“ their heart grew coldthey let their wings down ”
yet if you had a desire for good or beautiful thingsand your tongue were not concocting some evil to sayshame would not hold down your eyesbut rather you would speak about what is just
~ Sappho
Wealth without real worthinessIs no good for the neighbourhood,But their proper mixtureIs the summit of beatitude.
In fact she herself once blamed meKyprogeneiabecause I prayed this word:I want.
Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….
