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Слушать(AI)I have no complaint
I have no complaint prosperity that the golden Muses gave me was no delusion: dead,
I won't be forgotten
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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The Arbor
He seems to he a god, that man Facing you, who leans to be close, Smiles, and, alert and glad, listens To your mellow voice And quickens in love at your laughter That stings my breasts, jolts my heart If I dare the shock of a glance I ca...
Sounds of grief
Must I remind you, Cleis,that sounds of griefare unbecoming ina poet's household and that they are notsuitable in ours translated by:
You know the place then
You know the place: then Leave Crete and come to us waiting where the grove is pleasantest, by precincts sacred to you; incense smokes on the altar, cold streams murmur through the apple branches, a young rose thicket shades the ground and quiveri...
Like the gods
In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who sits there facing you—any man whatever—listening from closeby to the sweetness of your voice as you talk, thesweetness of your laughter: yes, that—I swear it— sets the heart to shaking inside my breast,...
