—*Sappho, from poem #94
We were young and not
Yet old enough to know
When black wolves start
Descending
The white mountain
Slopes in early spring,
It’s too late to lie
In wait, low
In the valley still
Acting like sheep.
We were young and not
Yet old enough to know
When black wolves start
Descending
The white mountain
Slopes in early spring,
It’s too late to lie
In wait, low
In the valley still
Acting like sheep.
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