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It was you, Atthis, who said
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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
pruple 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
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Comments about this poem (It was you, Atthis, who said
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Michael Malone (6/24/2010 12:21:00 PM)
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Yes, the poem is translated by mary barnard
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Panos Karagiorgos (12/13/2008 4:58:00 PM)
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Excellent translation! I would like to know the name of the translator. Does anybody know?
I'll be grateful if she/he could let me know. Thanks!
Pan Kar
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