canon | fragments of sappho

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]
] work
] face
]
]
if not, winter
] no pain
]
] I bid you sing
of Gongyla, Abanthis, taking up
your lyre as (now again) longing
floats around you,

you beauty. For her dress when you saw it
stirred you. And I rejoice.
In fact she herself once blamed me
Kyprogeneia

Because I prayed
this word:
I want



29c

] robes
] necklaces
]

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]
]
]

]
] for Gorgo
]
]



95

not

]
]
Gongyla

surely a sign
for children mostly
came in [

I said, O master
I swear no
I take no pleasure

but a kind of yearning has hold of me - to die
and to look upon the dewy lotus banks
of Acheron

]
]
]



99A+B

] soon after
] Polyanaktidai

play the strings
that accept the plectrum

friendly...
quivering...



] and the child of Zeus
] came to your rites...
] after having left the woodland
oracle

sing
sister

so that
wish
] once again I wish, Polyanaktidai,
to reveal the mad one.



144

to those who have quite had their fill
of Gorgo



155

a very long farewell to the child of Polyanaktides



213

] me and Archeanssa
Gorgo's counterpart