“ Once again Love, that loosener of limbs,bittersweet and inescapable, crawling thing,seizes me. ”
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.
their heart grew coldthey let their wings down
In fact she herself once blamed meKyprogeneiabecause I prayed this word:I want.
