Fragment 1 – To The Goddess of Love
I love, I burn, and only love require,
And nothing less can quench the raging fire.
What youth, what raving lover shall I gain?
Where is the captive that should wear my chain?
Fragment 155, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
A short transparent frock?
It’s just my luck
your lips were made to mock!
(Sappho)