but I am not someone who likes to woundrather I have a quiet mind

their heart grew coldthey let their wings down

In fact she herself once blamed meKyprogeneiabecause I prayed this word:I want.

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….

]sing to usthe one with violets in her lap]mostly]goes astray

neither for me honey nor the honey bee

]Sardisoften turning her thoughts here]you like a goddessand in your song most of all she rejoiced.But now she is conspicuous among Lydian womenas sometimes at sunsetthe rosyfingered moonsurpasses all the stars. And her lightstretches over salt seaequally and flowerdeep fields.And the beautiful dew is poured outand roses bloom and frailchervil and flowering sweetclover.But she goes back and forth rememberinggentle Atthis and in longingshe bites her tender mind

Tonight I've watchedthe moon and thenthe Pleiadesgo downThe night is nowhalf gone; youthgoes; I amin bed alone

I asked myselfWhat, Sappho, canyou give one whohas everything,like Aphrodite?