Songs of Bilitis - Benjamin Adamah

LITTLE PHANION
Stranger, stop, look who is signalling you: 'tis little Phanion of Kôs, she is well
worth your choice.
See, her hair is curled like parsley, her skin is soft as the down of a woodland
bird. She is small and brown. And she converses well.
If you should follow her, she would not ask you all your voyage-money; no, just a
drachma or a pair of sandals.
You'll find she has a good bed in her house, fresh figs and milk and wine, and if it
should be cold there'll be a fire.
INFORMATION
If you should like, oh! halting passer-by, slim thighs and high-strung flanks, a
hard, strong throat and knees which clasp, go seek out Plango, she who is my
friend.
If you are looking for a laughing girl with round luxurious breasts, a fragile build,
plump buttocks and lovely hollowed flanks, go to the corner of this street where
Spidhorodellis has her domicile.
But if long tranquil hours in a courtesan's arms, her soft skin, the belly's warmth
and odor of her tresses pleases you, go look for Milto, you will be satisfied.
But do not expect much love; profit by her experience. One can ask everything of
a woman, when she is nude, when it is night and a hundred drachmae lie upon
the hearth.
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