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41 " I simply want to be dead.Weeping she left mewith many tears and said this:Oh how badly things have turned out for us.Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you.And I answered her:Rejoice, go andremember me. For you know how we cherished you.But if not, I wantto remind you. ]and beautiful times we had.For many crowns of violetsand roses ]at my side you put onand many woven garlandsmade of flowersaround your soft throat.And with sweet oilcostlyyou anointed yourselfand on a soft beddelicateyou would let loose your longingand neither any [ ] nor anyholy place norwas there from which we were absentno grove [ ] no dance ]no sound [ "
― Sappho , If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
42 " if only I, O goldcrowned Aphrodite,could win this lot "