*If Not Winter // Sappho (Translated by Anne Carson)

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] work

] face

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if not, winter

] no pain

] I bid you sing

of Gongyla, Abanthis, taking up

your lyre as ( now again ) longing

       floats around you,

 

 

you beauty. For her dress when you saw it

stirred you. And I rejoice.

In fact she herself once blamed me

       Kyprogeneia

 

 

because I prayed

this word:

I want