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Cleis

Sleep, darling

I have a small

daughter called

Cleis, who is

 

like a golden

flower

I wouldn't

take all Croesus'

kingdom with love

thrown in, for her

 

---

 

Don't ask me what to wear

I have no embroidered

headband from Sardis to

give you, Cleis, such as

I wore

and my mother

always said that in her

day a purple ribbon

looped in the hair was thought

to be high style indeed

 

but we were dark:

a girl

whose hair is yellower than

torchlight should wear no

headdress but fresh flowers

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Written by
Sappho
c. 600 BCE / Greek
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