07/07/2005
About the violet-lapped Muses' beautiful gifts, children,
and the clear music-loving tortoiseshell, be serious:but my skin that once was tender, old age has already
seized, and my hair has gone white from dark:and my heart has turned heavy, and my knees would not bear me,
that once were dancers light as fawns. I sigh over these things often: but what can I do?
It's impossible for a person not to grow old.

~Sappho (615 BCE - 550 BCE), tr. by Sonya Taaffe, from the Greek edited by Martin West

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