| 12 Feb 2011 @ 23:42|
From Songs of Bilitis
I have long black hair down my back, and a little round cap. My frock is of white wool. My sturdy legs are browning in the sun.
If I lived in town I should have golden trinkets and gold-embroidered frocks and silver slippers. . . I look at my naked feet in their slippers of dust.
Psophis! come here, little creature! carry me to the brook, bathe my feet in your hands, and press some olives with some violets, to scent them among the flowers.
Today you shall be my slave; you shall follow me and serve me, and at the end of the day I will give you some lentils from my own garden . . .