{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob100.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob100.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob100.htm","text":"I had crouched on the edge of the highest promontory. The sea was black as a field of violets. And the Milky Way was gushing from the great supernal breast.\nAbout me a thousand Maenads slept in the torn-up flowers. Long grasses mingled with their flowing hair. And now the sun was born from the eastern waters.\nThese the same waves and these the self-same shores that saw one day the white body of Aphrodite rising. . . I suddenly hid my eyes in my hands.\nFor I had seen the water trembling with a thousand little lips of light: the pure sex, or it may have been the smile of Kypris Philomme\u00efdes. 121","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: III. Epigrams in the Isle of Cyprus: The Sea of Kypris","type":"page"}