Blame Aphrodite
by: Sappho (c.600 BCE)
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
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You May Forget But
Anactoria
And Their Feet Move
Awed By Her Splendor
Cleis
He Is More Than A Hero
Tonight I've Watched
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