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Phases
by Sappho
by Sappho
Completed by L. J. Thompson
Mother, my muse, I'm sorry,
But I can't work my weaving tonight,
For my sweet Aphrodite
Has killed my magic
With her love for that boy over there.
But I can't work my weaving tonight,
For my sweet Aphrodite
Has killed my magic
With her love for that boy over there.
She's overwhelmed with lust
For his little toy
And her need to be filled with children.
For his little toy
And her need to be filled with children.
Such a silly girl sometimes.
She knows very well
I can fill her desires
And that her and I are family.
There's no need for her to marry,
You can have babies without the shackles.
I can fill her desires
And that her and I are family.
There's no need for her to marry,
You can have babies without the shackles.
But for now, she has left me wordless
And I must wait for her once again.
And I must wait for her once again.
Copyright Sappho 300 B. C. E. and Lisa Jain Thompson 1998 C.E.
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