Sappho, fr. 22
]
]work
]face
]
]
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
Kyprogeneiabecause I prayed
this word:
I want—tr. Anne Carson; If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho (Vintage, 2002)
