Sappho
sits alone
against the tide.
What
Sappho does
is her business.
Sappho
dreams, apples
fall from trees.
Three
naked girls
chase each other;
one
is love,
one is freedom,
and
one is
just a girl.
Where
Sappho goes,
crashing wine-dark throes.
When
Sappho leaves
three girls grieve;
one
is naked,
one is clothed,
and
one is
simply mind personified.
Sappho's
little credo:
To be continued . . .
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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2 comments:
What a wonderful story. I hope the teaser at the end is literal.
No idea
whether she'll whisper
in
my ear
again.
(But thanks anyway.)
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