I didn't want you to go
though it was selfish of me
and I clung to you until I had to let go
that is the nature of me.
As my beloved Sappho sings
in all her ghostly writings
in fading ink, on crumbling walls
who I so truly admire:
"Honestly, I wish I were dead.
Weeping many tears, she left me and said,
“Alas, how terribly we suffer, Sappho.
I really leave you against my will.”
And I answered: “Farewell, go and remember me.
You know how we cared for you.
If not, I would remind you
... of our wonderful times.
For by my side you put on
many wreaths of roses
and garlands of flowers
around your soft neck..."
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