"May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve."
"I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument."
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Source: Sappho, Mary Barnard (1958). “Sappho”, p.10, Univ of California Press
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