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Gems:
A horseman on a gold agate,
a Nike on chalcedony,
a nude girl on jasper,
a fighting lion on rock crystal...
Sappho is enjoying her collection:
the sun, in her bedroom, is all white.
She is all white.
The gems flash:
We see Sappho's face in her hand mirror,
the faces of her girls around her,
girls singing.
Mytilene
O
ne of my girls has had a birthday. It should have been a happy day. There were garlands, songs, dances... Then, someone came to me, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with the amusing story: Kleis has been heard to say that she doesn't know how old she is!
"I've had so many double birthdays, I've lost count," were the words re- peated to me.
Why do we wish to be older, younger, always in protest? Why are we never satisfied?
I wish there were no birthdays.
For several days, Kleis and I have sailed, our boat a good fis.h.i.+ng boat, cap- tained by a young man named Phaon.
It was our first excursion around the whole island, in years. We sailed past Malea Point to Eresos, to Antiss, then Methymn, and round our island, back to Mytilene. I have never seen the water so calm. Probably because of the recent hot spell, the captain said.
What a peaceful island, our Lesbos... We saw Mt. Ida, olive groves, cypress, temples, bouldered sh.o.r.es, goatherds, date palms, sailboats, dolphins... We thought of Odysseus, trying to identify ourselves with that heroic past, we-only islanders enjoying a holiday!
A striped awning sheltered us during the hot hours of the day. Nights were cool and comfortable. Our handsome captain was attentive. I thought he was particularly agreeable. Our food was tasty. How time drifted along.
Of course it was our being together, lulled by the sea, that made the trip so happy for Kleis and me. It was our shared regrets, our resolve for the future, that brought us close. It was the little things we did for one another, the sleeping together...the voiceless communication.
How wonderful it is to get out of bed and stand by the window and take in the sea and breathe deeply.
How good it is to dream a little.
Phaeon...it is such a beautiful name.
There are days when my girls seem utterly listless. Their activities have no meaning to them. Nothing pleases them. I hear them arguing among themselves, apart. It is as though a stranger had come to be with them.
And Kleis seems more withdrawn. Does she resent the others or do they re- sent her? A curious unease creeps about the place.
Sometimes, I wonder whether it is I who lacks.
I do not feel well.
Time is slipping by...
