...e não só

I think men will remember us even hereafter.
Sapho


In doubt I am, I have two minds,
I know not what to do.


Come, O come, divinest shell,
And in my ear all thy secrets tell.


Then lightly, in an enfolding garment I sprang.


Come now gentle Graces, and fair-haired Muses.


What rustic girl bewitches thee,
Who cannot even draw
Her garments neat as they should be,
Her ankles roundabout?
[uma flauta]


Towering like the singer of Lesbos among men of other lands.


Neither honey nor bee for me.


With rosy cheeks and glancing eyes and voices sweet as honey.
[Philostratus says that this indeed is Sappho's sweet salutation]

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