by Alcman
Desired loosenings
arms, knees, thighs, she
loos at me
more meltingly
than sleep or death, such
sweetness carries her —
Astymeloisa, swaying
past me, lifts her garland
high, a star
skimming the night air,
or green-gold April sprouts, or,
softly, a feather...
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