Sacred Texts: The Classics

The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: The Distaff

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All day my mother has shut me in the women's rooms, together with my sisters whom I loathe, who speak among themselves in lowered voice. In my own little corner, far away, I ply my distaff. Distaff dear, since I'm alone with you, 'tis you alone who'll be my confidante.

The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: The Distaff

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