{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob144.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob144.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob144.htm","text":"I awaken. Then he is gone! He left something! No: two empty amphora and some sullied flowers. The rug is red with wine.\nI slept, but I am still intoxicated. . . With whom did I come home? . . . Anyhow, we went to bed together. The bed itself is even soaked in sweat.\nThere might even have been several; the bed is so upset. I can't remember. . . But someone must have seen them! There is my Phrygian. She still is sleeping, cross-wise to the door.\nI kick her in the breast and cry: \"Bitch, you could not have. . . .\" I am so hoarse I cannot speak at all.","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: III. Epigrams in the Isle of Cyprus...","type":"page"}