She has to take loneliness herself surrounded by these lonely others .Spinning tales is a cold loveliness around empty smile on frosty lips.
Now body ties a solitude to mind. Body feels nothing intrinsic. Anonymous is breeze in leaves, a rustle heard in unslept nights.
But would knot make difference, the tied cloth yellow on its hem? Knots slip away in old together, in powdery dissolution of bodies.
Sappho, spelled (in the dialect spoken by the poet) Psappho, (born c. 610, Lesbos, Greece — died c. 570 BCE). A lyric poet greatly admired in all ages for the beauty of her writing style.
Her language contains elements from Aeolic vernacular and poetic tradition, with traces of epic vocabulary familiar to readers of Homer. She has the ability to judge critically her own ecstasies and grief, and her emotions lose nothing of their force by being recollected in tranquillity.
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