The first gave me a necklace, a pearl necklace worth at least a city with its palaces and temples, with their treasures and slaves.
The second gave me poems. They said that my hair is black as night and my eyes blue as morning.
The third was so beautiful that her mother could not kiss without shame. He put his hands on my knees and her lips on my bare foot. You
nothing I've said. You've given me nothing, because you are poor and neither are beautiful. But it's you I love you.
"Verses from The Songs of Bilitis"
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