"And in my wild heart what did I most wish
to happen to me: "Again whom must I persuade
back into the harness of your love?
Sappho, who wrongs you?
For if she flees, soon she'll pursue,
she doesn't accept gifts, but she'll give,
if not now loving, soon she'll love
even against her will."
Come to me now again, release me from
this pain, everything my spirit longs
to have fulfilled, fulfill, and you
be my ally..."
Sappho, I understand your pain. More because of Constance Pendregast, who I understand most especially of late. Constance is a book character from a book called "The Book of the Dead", by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. It was her illicit lover, Diogones, a wild man who puts fire in my soul despite his lack of existence, who introduced me to Sappho...
Like Constance I, too, am hungry for love. I, too, am hungry for life.
And the quote above reminds me so much, so much of Katie that I was overcome. But for now, let me be lost in that melting Greek of Sappho. Let me be lost in the love that ended with only death on this lonely, cold, and bitter night...
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