“You are, I think, an evening star,the fairest of all the stars.”
— Sappho“their heart grew coldthey let their wings down”
— Sappho“Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….”
— Sappho“Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirs me - sweetbitter unmanageable creature who steals in”
— Sappho