ἔστι μοι κάλα πάις χρυσίοισιν ἀνθέμοισιν my girl is pretty in her gown of gold roses —Sappho I am on guard, and I have been ever since he plucked me from the field I called home. I have the luxury to languish no longer—not among the flowers, not on my own throne—but I must stand… Read more Bloom and Wilt