More apocalypse, less angst
On first reading, I think the best possible way to encounter Sappho is lying abed on a lazy, late-summer morning and taking the fragments in with as much languor as the scene implies. So beautiful and brief. So desirous and ruined. One pictures Sappho… Continue Reading “Sunday Morning Sappho (1)”
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