Sappho — "If you are squeamish, don't prod the beach rubble."
If you are squeamish, don't prod the beach rubble.
If you are squeamish, don't prod the beach rubble.
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"Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done."
"I don't know what to do: I am of two minds."
"You burn me."
"I can't stand being the old one any longer, Living with you."
"Truly, I wish I were dead. She was weeping when she left me, and said many things to me, and said this: 'How much we have suffered, Sappho. Truly, I don't want to leave you.'"
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