Fragment 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 Kyprogeneia because I prayed this word: I want Fragment 47 Eros shook my mind like a mountain wind falling on oak trees Fragment 52 I would not think to touch the sky with two arms Fragment 56 not one girl I think who looks on the light of the sun will ever have wisdom like this Fragment 147 someone will remember us I say even in another time Fragment 162 with what eyes? Excerpted from If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho by Sappho All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
