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Sacred Texts: The Classics

The Songs of Bilitis: III. Epigrams in the Isle of Cyprus: Young Mother

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Do not think, Myromeris, that because you were a mother your beauty has diminished in the least. Now your body, underneath its robe, has drowned its fragile lines beneath voluptuary softness. Your breasts are two vast flowers overturned upon your chest, whose cut stems furnish forth a milky sap.