I Took My Lyre

I took my lyre and said:
Come now, my heavenly
tortoise shell: become
a speaking instrument

tr. Barnard

by Sappho

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I registered so I could comment. This short and simple poem relates so much to my life. I know what its like to want to convey feelings to a person through a musical instrument. To want to say something, sometimes you need a 'speaking instrument'... Completly beautiful.