Aug
26th
Thu
26th
Art and Lies in Three Passages from Sappho: III
The siren body through the peaceful air. My body, unsaveable but saved. A face bending over me with the sun in it. A voice urging me with the sea in it. The water of life on the dry soil. The sun on the frozen earth. Touch me: Your hand the envoy of your heart.
—Jeanette Winterson
