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Слушать(AI)It was you Atthis who said
It was you,
Atthis, who said "Sappho, if you will not get up and let us look at you I shall never love you again! "Get up, unleash your suppleness, lift off your Chian nightdress and, like a lily leaning into "a spring, bathe in the water.
Cleis is bringing your best purple frock and the yellow "tunic down from the clothes chest; you will have a cloak thrown over you and flowers crowning your hair… "Praxinoa, my child, will you please roast nuts for our breakfast?
One of the gods is being good to us: "today we are going at last into Mitylene, our favorite city, with Sappho, loveliest "of its women; she will walk among us like a mother with all her daughters around her "when she comes home from exile…" But you forget everything
Sappho Sappho
Sappho (c. 630 – c. 570 BCE) was an Archaic Greek poet from the island of Lesbos.[a] Sappho is known for her lyric poetry, written to be sung wh
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