Sacred Texts: The Classics

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

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I walked through the frost-encrusted wood; my hair blossomed with tiny icicles before my mouth and my sandals were heavy with soiled and caked-up snow. He said to me: "What do you seek?"--"I follow the tracks of the satyr. His little cleft foot-prints alternate like holes in a snow-white robe." He said tome: "The satyrs are dead.

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

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