"someone will remember us / i say / even in another time" -sappho
btw anne carson's translation of sappho's fragments "if not, winter" is the best imo <3
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someone will remember us
i say
even in another time,
because rain has a persistent hand,
smoothing our names from
the cool, moss-eaten stone
marking our grave,
but beneath the wet soil,
our hands remain interlaced,
and as the world shifts above us,
rising and falling and surviving
with each passing century,
some may stop
and taste the air
after the storm
and know our names
hidden in the mist,
or at least taste
the sweet, ancient sepia
of our memories
and the bitter longing
for our love
to be remembered.
we no longer
take in air
from this world,
but we breathe
through the lips
of those who can
remember us,
who can find us
not in the history books,
but beneath
the trees we once danced under,
touch the softened bark
that still remembers
our laughter,
and the violets
that swayed and sung and thrived
in the moonlight,
vibrant in her hair,
in her lap,
glowing in her hands.
a petal was kissed silk against my cheek
when she tucked a blossom
behind my ear
and gave me the most
earth-shattering smile.
remember us in this way,
and we will live,
our spirits
aglow.
love,
mari
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