Sappho — "Sweet mother, I truly cannot weave my web; for I am o'erwhelmed through Aphrodit…"
Sweet mother, I truly cannot weave my web; for I am o'erwhelmed through Aphrodite with love of a slender youth.
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Fragment 102, as translated by Henry Thornton Wharton
Date: c. 630-570 BC (original composition)
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