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After Sappho, fragment 102

Sweet mother, I can’t work my loom today, and here’s the truth:
I’m overcome with fretful longing for a certain youth.
Alas, it’s Aphrodite’s cunning work, but there it is:
since she got weaving, my fate’s intertwined with his.

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Sappho, Fragment 102

γλύκηα μᾶτερ, οὔτοι δύναμαι κρέκην τὸν ἴστον
πόθῳ δάμεισα παῖδος βραδίναν δι' Ἀφροδίταν