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Fragment 22 ]
]work
]face
]
]
if not, winter
]no pain
]
]I bid you sing
of Gongyla, Abanthis, taking up
your lyre as (now again) longing
floats around you.
you beauty. For her dress when you saw it
stirred you. And I rejoice.
In fact she herself once blamed me
Kyprogeneia
because I prayed
this word:
I want
Fragment 47 Eros shook my
mind like a mountain wind falling on oak trees
Fragment 52I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
Fragment 56
not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
will ever
have wisdom
like this
Fragment 147someone will remember us
I say
even in another time
Fragment 162with what eyes?
Excerpted from If Not, Winter by Sappho; Translated by Anne Carson. Copyright © 2002 by Anne Carson. Excerpted by permission of Vintage, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.