Phoinikaios Second year of Sappho’s exile in Siracusa Despite it being a beautiful and gentle-looking afternoon during the final week of preparations for the festivals dedicated to Sosineo, my mistress, Sappho of Lesbos, was sunk in one of her irregular flares of melancholy that left her bedridden for whole days, with no desire to do…
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