Rachel Hadas reads
Pursue the beautiful gifts of the violet Muses
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A poem by Sappho trans. by Diane Rayor: Pursue the beautiful gifts of the violet Muses, you children, and the high, song-loving lyre. My skin was soft before, but now old age claims it; my hair’s gone from black to white. My spirit has grown heavy; knees can’t hold me, though once they could dance, light as fawns. I often groan, but what can I do? Being an ageless human is not possible. For they say rosy-armed Dawn in love went to the ends of earth holding Tithonos, beautiful and young, but in time grey old age seized him too, even with an immortal wife.