Sappho’s Tears | Sheelagh Russell-Brown

“If I only had something to hold your long locks, to hide
Them away with spangled linens, crown your head with flowers”
-(Sappho, from Fragment 98, thought by some to refer to her daughter Kleis, who was exiled with her to Sicily from her birthplace, Lesvos)

The shores where once they tell me poets walked
On sand that shone with shells,
Where waves lapped lovingly the margins of the land,
Are crowded now with tents, with tears,
With shadowed eyes that scan the sea,
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