We name us and then we are lost, tamed
I choose words, more words, to cure the tameness, not the wildness
“O my mountain hyacinth
What shepherds trod upon you
With clumsy, rustic foot?
Now you are a broken seal:
A scarlet stain upon the earth.”
Sappho | Fragment 105(c), tr. Anita George
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