Love
Sappho: XVIII
From Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics (1907)
Love
The courtyard of her house is wide
And cool and still when day departs.
Only the rustle of leaves is there
And running water.
And then her mouth, more delicate
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
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Codex Note
From Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics (1907)
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Carman, Bliss. “Sappho: XVIII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/carman/217/.
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Carman, Bliss. “Sappho: XVIII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/carman/217/.
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