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Слушать(AI)To Aphrodite
You know the place:
Leave Crete and come to uswaiting where the grove ispleasantest, by precinctssacred to you; incensesmokes on the altar, coldstreams murmur through theapple branches, a youngrose thicket shades the groundand quivering leaves pourdown deep sleep; in meadowswhere horses have grown sleekamong spring flowers, dillscents the air.
Queen!
Cyprian!
Fill our gold cups with lovestirred into clear nectartranslated by:
Barnard
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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