Sapphic Figmentsby Botched LobotomyChapters2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11.12.14.15.16.17.18.19.20.21.22.23.24.25.26.27.28.29.30.31.32.33.35.37.38.39.40.41.42.1.13.34.36.2.It is a delicate agony; the flame that ran beneath my skin, turned cold, and hot, and embers burning on my heart. Missing, I am in pain. 3.They say that Leda once found an egg— like a hyacinth. I have found a creature far stranger. Eggshell elegance, indebted beyond mortals for her beauty, her mane— 4.between such creatures... ...the animal and I but does not Aphrodite ride a chariot with sparrows? Does not love make animals of us all? 5.“Generosity, generosity, where will you go when you are tired?” “I will give myself away, Desire, but never give it all to you.” 6.Eros, as the sea in the middle of a storm batters at the rocks on shore so I am overwhelmed 7.Sharp and stinging, an open wound I cannot hide. She is crying. tender sharing pain. 8.She kisses, yet I cannot have her 9.Rarity, a splendid art 10.Another world, another life, That opens intermittently, tiny glimpses of eternity, bittersweet, bright sun, and it is everything. 11.When you lie dead, it will be without parade, without fanfare or flourish, without witness. Your names will inspire no muses. 12....I am lost with you, I am lost. 14.Brush against me now and beg 15.Love trembles my hand, as a leaf in the wind, I yield, I yield, I yield, tossed shimmering... ...your laughter entrances me. 16.Two moons shine full And you tell me of her desire, And I tell you of her desire, In your world, she fell from the bosom of her sister In mine, she fell towards her lover. It’s the middle of the night. Time passes. But I am not alone. 17.Do you control the sea? the waves? the heavens? Do you control the fates, or tragedy, or love? We are not... ...like gods ...holy As forth to Troy... 18.Mother, I can’t do my weaving— Aphrodite has crushed my heart with desire for an ivory mare who has opened like a flower 19.In longing My breast you hold 20.I tell my friends about her Divinely Beneath the tree 21.as we whisper luxuriantly deep within the folds of moonlight I am enchanted by your tiny breaths; small high noises, you steal my laughter with I know not what; you treasure it in a secret place; I do not mind being under your spell 22.I loved you, Rarity, long ago even when you seemed so strange a graceful creature 23.To what shall I compare you, dear bride? You are as nothing I have ever known, you belong to no pony and no poem, I am delighted by you 24.The shiver of a window underwater, new blue sky beneath the sea 25.Coming from the waves like Aphrodite on her shell, throwing off small worries drops of water on your fur, sparkling diamond, reflective and impervious. On reflection— they can’t see you. 26.Around the fire, leaping flame there was no dance for which we were not present 27.For me the bitter fruit of oversleep is never quite so bitter with soft skin or fur beside you. 28.There are some arguments which cannot be won. It has been a long day. Love, limb-loosener, hold me. 29.Blessed captor of my heart, Like an ivory and purple... My beloved Rarity. I would not trade you for all Equestria nor... 30.“We are losing, Aphrodite; the sailors and their war-ships will pierce the waves, and shatter our looking glass. What should we do?” “Beat your breasts, young maidens. And tear your garments in grief. And fight.” 31.Her perfume as the smoke of incense and desire 32.Candles at an open window, let us burn together. For day is near. 33.Soft neck against my skin, once garlanded with marriage flowers, anointed with precious and royal perfumes, breathing, warm, whispering, In the hollow of your chest I find myself, ...entwined of spirit, hoof to heart 35.Honestly, I wish I were dead. Frenzied, tearing at my chest, my throat is crushed by Aphrodite; I can no longer say a single thing 37.Sitting by the water side by side I think ...of wonderful times. 38.Celestia, O Blessed Goddess, at your golden throne I lay, Immortal of Equestria, weaver of wiles, this I pray, to give me back my love. To let me breathe again. Rapidly she came. And you, O Princess, asked what did I especially desire: “What can you do? Who can you be? Sappho, how can I help you? For even if this window were to open once again, if I were to give this gift, soon it would turn to ash, and she would have to leave again.” That it will not be so... ...All that my heart longs for, fulfil. 39.Love shakes my breast. As the wind in the mountains, I am battered, I am not overwhelmed. Down below, the rocks, the sea, and glittering below the surface, a window open to eternity— I leap. 40.an agony within my breast, of transformation... ...Eros, singing fur on skin and... Hymenaon, Sing the wedding song! 41.I tell you someone will remember us in the future. 42.Hyacinth love 1. SAPPHIC FIGMENTS Collected and translated by Raven Inkwell, c.1423 Arranged and rearranged by Botched Lobotomy, 2145 Aphrodite, once more at your brocaded throne I lay, you that know the strength of love not meant to be, entranced, I ask of you, Dear Lady, smiling, will you not mend my heart? “What is wrong, Sappho? Who this time do you desire? For tell me who your heart now suffers, and I shall make her yours.” This time, change not her own, but mine, for my breast is pierced with beautiful black arrows, Feathers weighted down with bronze, Dipped cold into the bottom of my love. I really wish that I were dead. Come to me now once again and release me 13.Men write of battles and of glory, swinging shields, a thousand dead, that in the red impassioned heat of war, true paradise is to be found. Men write in peace their lyrics to the land, to the taming of the animal, the wild sea, and through a window see a world surpassing theirs in beauty, and say that they must have it. But I say that this little sight, the window, not the land beyond it, is the fairest thing on this black earth; I say there are things more green than grass. Aphrodite left her husband for another, for want of neither war nor peace, but love. I would much prefer to see her radiant face. her eyes are delicate and wild. 34.Wake up, wake up, Aphrodite, plead your case, Wake up, For war is here, And there are ships on the horizon. 36.Weeping many tears, she left me and said, “We suffer, darling, so they may go on. You know how you were cared for. And if you have forgotten, I would remind you: ... When you are lonely, look up to the stars; and I will look up, too. And even in those different skies, the moon may yet shine high and still, and we shall be together.”
2.It is a delicate agony; the flame that ran beneath my skin, turned cold, and hot, and embers burning on my heart. Missing, I am in pain.
3.They say that Leda once found an egg— like a hyacinth. I have found a creature far stranger. Eggshell elegance, indebted beyond mortals for her beauty, her mane—
4.between such creatures... ...the animal and I but does not Aphrodite ride a chariot with sparrows? Does not love make animals of us all?
5.“Generosity, generosity, where will you go when you are tired?” “I will give myself away, Desire, but never give it all to you.”
10.Another world, another life, That opens intermittently, tiny glimpses of eternity, bittersweet, bright sun, and it is everything.
11.When you lie dead, it will be without parade, without fanfare or flourish, without witness. Your names will inspire no muses.
15.Love trembles my hand, as a leaf in the wind, I yield, I yield, I yield, tossed shimmering... ...your laughter entrances me.
16.Two moons shine full And you tell me of her desire, And I tell you of her desire, In your world, she fell from the bosom of her sister In mine, she fell towards her lover. It’s the middle of the night. Time passes. But I am not alone.
17.Do you control the sea? the waves? the heavens? Do you control the fates, or tragedy, or love? We are not... ...like gods ...holy As forth to Troy...
18.Mother, I can’t do my weaving— Aphrodite has crushed my heart with desire for an ivory mare who has opened like a flower
21.as we whisper luxuriantly deep within the folds of moonlight I am enchanted by your tiny breaths; small high noises, you steal my laughter with I know not what; you treasure it in a secret place; I do not mind being under your spell
23.To what shall I compare you, dear bride? You are as nothing I have ever known, you belong to no pony and no poem, I am delighted by you
25.Coming from the waves like Aphrodite on her shell, throwing off small worries drops of water on your fur, sparkling diamond, reflective and impervious. On reflection— they can’t see you.
28.There are some arguments which cannot be won. It has been a long day. Love, limb-loosener, hold me.
29.Blessed captor of my heart, Like an ivory and purple... My beloved Rarity. I would not trade you for all Equestria nor...
30.“We are losing, Aphrodite; the sailors and their war-ships will pierce the waves, and shatter our looking glass. What should we do?” “Beat your breasts, young maidens. And tear your garments in grief. And fight.”
33.Soft neck against my skin, once garlanded with marriage flowers, anointed with precious and royal perfumes, breathing, warm, whispering, In the hollow of your chest I find myself, ...entwined of spirit, hoof to heart
35.Honestly, I wish I were dead. Frenzied, tearing at my chest, my throat is crushed by Aphrodite; I can no longer say a single thing
38.Celestia, O Blessed Goddess, at your golden throne I lay, Immortal of Equestria, weaver of wiles, this I pray, to give me back my love. To let me breathe again. Rapidly she came. And you, O Princess, asked what did I especially desire: “What can you do? Who can you be? Sappho, how can I help you? For even if this window were to open once again, if I were to give this gift, soon it would turn to ash, and she would have to leave again.” That it will not be so... ...All that my heart longs for, fulfil.
39.Love shakes my breast. As the wind in the mountains, I am battered, I am not overwhelmed. Down below, the rocks, the sea, and glittering below the surface, a window open to eternity— I leap.
40.an agony within my breast, of transformation... ...Eros, singing fur on skin and... Hymenaon, Sing the wedding song!
1. SAPPHIC FIGMENTS Collected and translated by Raven Inkwell, c.1423 Arranged and rearranged by Botched Lobotomy, 2145 Aphrodite, once more at your brocaded throne I lay, you that know the strength of love not meant to be, entranced, I ask of you, Dear Lady, smiling, will you not mend my heart? “What is wrong, Sappho? Who this time do you desire? For tell me who your heart now suffers, and I shall make her yours.” This time, change not her own, but mine, for my breast is pierced with beautiful black arrows, Feathers weighted down with bronze, Dipped cold into the bottom of my love. I really wish that I were dead. Come to me now once again and release me
13.Men write of battles and of glory, swinging shields, a thousand dead, that in the red impassioned heat of war, true paradise is to be found. Men write in peace their lyrics to the land, to the taming of the animal, the wild sea, and through a window see a world surpassing theirs in beauty, and say that they must have it. But I say that this little sight, the window, not the land beyond it, is the fairest thing on this black earth; I say there are things more green than grass. Aphrodite left her husband for another, for want of neither war nor peace, but love. I would much prefer to see her radiant face. her eyes are delicate and wild.
34.Wake up, wake up, Aphrodite, plead your case, Wake up, For war is here, And there are ships on the horizon.
36.Weeping many tears, she left me and said, “We suffer, darling, so they may go on. You know how you were cared for. And if you have forgotten, I would remind you: ... When you are lonely, look up to the stars; and I will look up, too. And even in those different skies, the moon may yet shine high and still, and we shall be together.”
