Now I am a small tree,
Rooted in a plastic pot
I am a tree in balcony
Not crossed a parapet
To all that dizzy space.
I am rooted in plastic
And angels do not call
Balcony after nightfall.
Now I am a small tree,
Rooted in a plastic pot
I am a tree in balcony
Not crossed a parapet
To all that dizzy space.
I am rooted in plastic
And angels do not call
Balcony after nightfall.
Sappho, spelled (in the dialect spoken by the poet) Psappho, (born c. 610, Lesbos, Greece — died c. 570 BCE). A lyric poet greatly admired in all ages for the beauty of her writing style.
Her language contains elements from Aeolic vernacular and poetic tradition, with traces of epic vocabulary familiar to readers of Homer. She has the ability to judge critically her own ecstasies and grief, and her emotions lose nothing of their force by being recollected in tranquillity.
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