Well, it's Thursday in Norway, isn't it?

Something about this reminded me of spican. Happy birthday!


Sappho, fr. 96

...often turning her mind in this direction...

...she regarded you
as a goddess made manifest,
and in your song she took most delight.

But now among Lydian women she shines forth,
as sometimes, after sunset,
the rosy-fingered moon

surpasses all the stars; its light is
spread alike over salt sea
and fields of many flowers;

the dew is shed in loveliness;
roses bloom, and tender chervil,
and flowery melilot;

and often, pacing to and fro,
she remembers gentle Atthis with yearning...