Blame Aphrodite Poem by Sappho
Blame Aphrodite
It's no use
Mother dear, I
can't finish my
weaving
You may
blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy
Sappho
tr. Barnard
Mother is ever remembered with tender affection. This poem is very brilliantly penned with interesting notion. Tis poem is very amazing.
" Love for that boy" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
she has almost killed me with love for that boy ....love is intoxicated injection of Aphrodite//
she has almost killed me with love for that boy Very good poem. tony
so beautiful poem.. great respect for mother, , clear 10 No parallel-Mother Friday,30th October 2020 mother's love has no parallel nobody can spell even in words, She is like a lord to all Dr Jadia Hasmukh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2025 9:48:39 AM # 1.0.0
A painful truth revealed! lol smiling ironic like Tai