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Sweet Apple Fragment by Sappho

Like the sweet apple that reddens At end of the bough – Far end of the bough – Left by the gatherer’s swaying, Forgotten, so thou. Nay, not forgotten, ungotten, Ungathered (till now). Sappho Translated by Henry Vere de Stacpoole … Continue reading

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