Anne Carson

Fragment 22  

]  
]work  
]face  
]  
]  
if not, winter  
]no pain  
]]I bid you sing
of Gongyla, Abanthis, taking up
your lyre as (now again) longing  
floats around you,

you beauty. For her dress when you saw it
stirred you. And I rejoice.
In fact she herself once blamed me  
Kyprogeneia

because I prayed
this word:
I want

from If  Not,Winter