It's this lovely little sliver of prose that mentions Sappho. Not by name, of course, but through reputation.
Anacreontea, fragment 358
[Translation: Gillian Spraggs]
[Translation: Gillian Spraggs]
"Golden-haired Eros once again
hurls his crimson ball at me:
he calls me to come out and play
with a girl in fancy sandals.
But she's from civilized Lesbos:
she sneers at my hair because it's grey,
and turning, gapes in wonder
after another of her own gender."
hurls his crimson ball at me:
he calls me to come out and play
with a girl in fancy sandals.
But she's from civilized Lesbos:
she sneers at my hair because it's grey,
and turning, gapes in wonder
after another of her own gender."
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