Poems, Imitations & Translations



Atthis has gone for good this time
I’m sure
I want to die

She left me in floods of tears
Sappho, I feel like such a bitch

but I’ve got to go
Go if you want to

I replied

but think of me
remember me
because you know

how much I’ve loved you
will always love you
the joys we’ve shared together

the flowers you brought me
wove round my neck
& in my hair

languid, perfumed
on the couch
when you took away my appetite

for food

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