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If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

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Sappho, a renowned lyric poet from ancient Greece, lived from 625 BC to 571 BC. She is celebrated for her emotional and lyrical poetry, which has had a profound impact on the history of Greek literature. Sappho's works primarily consist of lyric poems, encompassing themes of love, nature, and philosophy, and she is considered a pioneer of lyric poetry in ancient Greece. more

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