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“]Sardis often turning her thoughts here ] you like a goddess and in your song most of all she rejoiced. But now she is conspicuous among Lydian women as sometimes at sunset the rosyfingered moon surpasses all the stars. And her light stretches over salt sea equally and flowerdeep fields. And the beautiful dew is poured out and roses bloom and frail chervil and flowering sweetclover. But she goes back and forth remembering gentle Atthis and in longing she bites her tender mind”

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If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

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Sappho
Sappho

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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