Sacred Texts: The Classics

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

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For the Hyacinthian day he gave me some Panic pipes, of measured reeds well-cut, bound each to each with soft white wax, sweet as honey to my lips. He teaches me to play, I seated on his knees; perhaps I tremble just a bit too much. He then plays after me in tones so sweet I scarce can hear them.

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

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