...im without his doll, that SAPPHO’S JOURNAL 27 bull-leaping doll of Cretan ivory, brightly painted! But his apartment was simple, tastefully f... ...ashed over us, sinking rapidly. Why couldn’t it stay for us? I saw him as Cretan, as Babylonian, as Persian, inventing his lineage. His atavistic ha... ...ere, bathed and perfumed, Telesippa in her city clothes, Anaktoria in her Cretan style, Gyrinno’s jewels amusing us, the topaz swallowing her throat... ...blue, how serene where afternoon sun polishes a path aimed for the shore, Cretan, Ethiopian, Etruscan, where men and ships have sailed— their hierogl... ...shore, Cretan, Ethiopian, Etruscan, where men and ships have sailed— their hieroglyphs ruddered by chance. The ocean is always chance, yet it is SAP... ...rs of femininity. P Someone sent me the doll Aesop had when he died, his Cretan doll. It came from Adelphi; badly wrapped, I opened it in my librar...

...im without his doll, that SAPPHO’S JOURNAL 31 bull-leaping doll of Cretan ivory, brightly painted! But his apartment was simple, tastefully f... ...ashed over us, sinking rapidly. Why couldn’t it stay for us? I saw him as Cretan, as Babylonian, as Persian, inventing his lineage. His atavistic ha... ...ere, bathed and perfumed, Telesippa in her city clothes, Anaktoria in her Cretan style, Gyrinno’s jewels amusing us, the topaz swallowing her throat... ...blue, how serene where afternoon sun polishes a path aimed for the shore, Cretan, Ethiopian, Etruscan, where men and ships have sailed— their hierogl... ...shore, Cretan, Ethiopian, Etruscan, where men and ships have sailed— their hieroglyphs ruddered by chance. The ocean is always chance, yet it is SAP... ...rs of femininity. P Someone sent me the doll Aesop had when he died, his Cretan doll. It came from Adelphi; badly wrapped, I opened it in my librar...

...gh, And plunging downward with determined beaks, In lurid anguish; but the Cretan king And all his crew were ‘ware of under-tides, That for the groani... ... her secret life, grey heads will spin Quick as the young, and spell those hieroglyphs Of phosphorescent dusk, devoutly bent; They drink a cup to whir...