As poets, we’re the team to beat.
We get top marks from every Muse.
No future girl band in their day
— however short or long their feet —
could fill our boots, or — should I say? —
could slip into our dancing shoes.
Sappho, Fragment 56
οὐδ᾽ ἴαν δοκίμοιμι προσίδοισαν φάος ἀλίω
ἔσσεσθαι σοφίαν πάρθενον ἐις οὐδένα πω χρόνον τοιαύταν