Symmachus

Publishing, classics, mood swings

Sappho 8

P.Oxy. 2289

[ἆδυ  μὲ]ν [τ]ὸ [κάλλος ἴδην φιλάων]
[ὤστε π]ὰμ φ[άεννον ἐν ὠράνοισιν]
[ἄστρον,  Ἄ]τθι· σὸ[ν δὲ πρόσωπον ἐλλάμ-]
xx[πει] νεφ[έλαισι.]

Sweet is the beauty of friends to see,
like every flaming star in the sky,
Atthis: but your face shines
xxthrough clouds.

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