It was you, Atthis, who said <br /> <br />"Sappho, if you will not get <br />up and let us look at you <br />I shall never love you again! <br /> <br />"Get up, unleash your suppleness, <br />lift off your Chian nightdress <br />and, like a lily leaning into <br /> <br />"a spring, bathe in the water. <br />Cleis is bringing your best <br />pruple frock and the yellow <br /> <br />"tunic down from the clothes chest; <br />you will have a cloak thrown over <br />you and flowers crowning your hair... <br /> <br />"Praxinoa, my child, will you please <br />roast nuts for our breakfast? One <br />of the gods is being good to us: <br /> <br />"today we are going at last <br />into Mitylene, our favorite <br />city, with Sappho, loveliest <br /> <br />"of its women; she will walk <br />among us like a mother with <br />all her daughters around her <br /> <br />"when she comes home from exile..." <br /> <br />But you forget everything<br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-you-atthis-who-said/
