Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER, I CANNOT MIND MY WHEEL, by SAPPHO Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet mother, let the weaving be Last Line: I long for my young love. Subject(s): Aphrodite; Love - Erotic; Love; Mythology - Classical | ||||||||
SWEET mother, let the weaving be, My hand is faint to move. Frail Aphrodite masters me; I long for my young love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#11): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND MEDUSA by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#11): 2. MORE ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND MEDUSA by MARVIN BELL THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH LEDA 2: A NOTE ON VISITATIONS by LUCILLE CLIFTON LEDA 3: A PERSONAL NOTE (RE: VISITATIONS) by LUCILLE CLIFTON |
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