Sappho 42

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I have had not one word for her


Frankly I wish I were dead.

When I left, she wept


a great deal; she said to

me, ''This parting must be

endured, Sappho. I will go unwillingly"


I said, "Go, and be happy

but remember (you well

know) whom you leave shackled by love


"If you forget me, think

of all our gifts to Aphrodite

and all the loveliness we shared 


"all the violet tiaras,

braided rosebuds, dill and 

crocus twined around your young neck


"myrrh poured on your head

and on the soft mats girls with

all that they most wished for beside them


"while no voices chanted

choruses without ours,

no woodlot bloomed in spring with-

              out song  .  .  . "



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