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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Ages go and history flows
ever repeating and growing.
Common mores get wound up and disdain,
then relax, relearn to empathize
with a lyrical writer's life passion.
Could any sanity have expected,
predicted, or dreamed,
that in two-point-five thousand years
your ardor would not be forgotten?
Yet still in the heaps
of a library's deeps
a peruser will find
a sweetbitter mind,
How could writing so ancient
and yet so fervent be?
Neglected, eponymized Sappho,
would you have selected me?
By Turtle Shell
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One of 1-25-11's "selecting a reader" poems.
ever repeating and growing.
Common mores get wound up and disdain,
then relax, relearn to empathize
with a lyrical writer's life passion.
Could any sanity have expected,
predicted, or dreamed,
that in two-point-five thousand years
your ardor would not be forgotten?
Yet still in the heaps
of a library's deeps
a peruser will find
a sweetbitter mind,
How could writing so ancient
and yet so fervent be?
Neglected, eponymized Sappho,
would you have selected me?
By Turtle Shell
--------------------
One of 1-25-11's "selecting a reader" poems.
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Unnecessary explanations: The use of the word "lyrical" is actually meant literally, as Sappho was not just a poet, but also a famous songwriter and lyre player in her day.
"Sweetbitter" is also a subtle reference, being an unusual word taken from Sappho's poetry.
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