O but my delicate lover, 
Is she not fair as the moonlight? 
Is she not supple and strong
          For hurried passion? 

Has not the god of the green world, 
In his large tolerant wisdom, 
Filled with the ardours of earth 
          Her twenty summers? 

Well did he make her for loving;
Well did he mould her for beauty;
Gave her the wish that is brave 
          With understanding. 

“O Pan, avert from his maiden
Sorrow, misfortune, bereavement, 
Harm, and unhappy regret,”
          Prays one fond mortal.

Joe

Josie is pissed

Sun Sea and Stella

I have not slept

But have shared

This poem by Sappho

With as many people

As I have been able to find

I left copies at the railway station

And on the beach (under stones)

I have posted the poem through cafe doors

But I cannot go on as I am exhausted

By the time you read this I will be asleep

Well I hope I will be asleep

As I want to return to the beach

To show off my jade green bikini

Poor Joe working hard

You do not deserve your chaotic sister

xxx (I love you more but this is all I can manage)x

J