Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Fragment #82


Mnasidika, more finely shaped than soft Gyrinno

O mighty goddess, mother Hera, we are gathered

At your sanctuary for the annual choosing of the
Beauty of the day, I play upon my golden lyre

And if each and every beautiful Lesbian girl will dance
Nothing should interfere with your supreme decision

But now Alkaois joins the radiant precinct, a singer
Of songs like I, don’t stop the graceful gliding as

More finely shaped women appear, this one is whiter
Than milk, that more delicate than roses, what a

Gorgeous gathering to honor you, Queen of the Gods,
Who shall you choose, it’s a pity most of them will lose

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