Was Sappho's poetry always about romantic love?
The whispers I hear speak of my verses as solely for the beloved's gaze. But my songs are born of many depths. While the ache of desire for a woman's presence is a frequent guest at my hearth, I also sing of the loss of kin, the beauty of festivals, and the stark truth of mortality. I ponder what is most lovely on this dark earth—for me, it is what one loves. My words explore the wide world and what we hold dear, for the heart's capacity for both joy and sorrow is vast, encompassing all that we cherish and all that slips away.