It's No Use

Sappho

It's no use 
Mother dear, I 
can't finish my 
weaving 
	You may 
blame Aphrodite 
 
soft as she is 
 
she has almost 
killed me with 
love for that boy 

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• Sappho : Must I Remind You, Cleis,
• Sappho : No Word
• Sappho : Of Course I Love You
• Sappho : Prayer To Our Lady Of Paphos
• Sappho : Sleep, Darling
• Sappho : Sounds Of Grief
• Sappho : Standing By My Bed
• Sappho : Tell Everyone
• Sappho : The Muses

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• Sappho : It Was You, Atthis, Who Said
• Sappho : It Is The Muses
• Sappho : In The Spring Twilight
• Sappho : I Took My Lyre And Said
• Sappho : I Took My Lyre
• Sappho : I Have No Complaint
• Sappho : He Is More Than A Hero
• Sappho : Drapple-thorned Aphrodite,
• Sappho : Cyprian, In My Dream
• Sappho : Cleis