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  <title>The Moon's gone down</title>
  <subtitle>but alone I lie</subtitle>
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    <email>surlybird@gmail.com</email>
    <name>Ilana Saffa</name>
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  <updated>2010-03-23T04:53:56Z</updated>
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    <title>I go unwillingly</title>
    <published>2010-03-23T04:48:16Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-23T04:53:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have not had one word from her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I wish I were dead&lt;br /&gt;When she left, she wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great deal; she said to me, "This parting must be&lt;br /&gt;endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Go, and be happy&lt;br /&gt;but remember (you know&lt;br /&gt;well) whom you leave shackled by love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you forget me, think&lt;br /&gt;of our gifts to Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;and all the loveliness that we shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all the violet tiaras,&lt;br /&gt;braided rosebuds, dill and&lt;br /&gt;crocus twined around your young neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"myrrh poured on your head&lt;br /&gt;and on soft mats girls with&lt;br /&gt;all that they most wished for beside them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"while no voices chanted&lt;br /&gt;choruses without ours,&lt;br /&gt;no woodlot bloomed in spring without song..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Translated by Mary Barnard</content>
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