The Human Mind Sex/Erotica Songs of Bilitis

Songs of Bilitis

Songs of Bilitis
Catalog # SKU1852
Publisher TGS Publishing
Weight 1.00 lbs
Author Name Pierre Louys


Songs of Bilitis

Pierre Louÿs

One of the hidden mysteries to the modern world is the openness of sex, nakedness, love, and love-making experienced in the ancient world. It was taken as matter of fact eons ago, yet kept the romance and titillating discourses that would rival any modern erotica. Obviously humankind has forsaken one of its pleasures, sacrificed on the altars of priests and religious nonsense.

The Author's Dedication:
This little book of ancient love
is respectfully dedicated
to the young ladies
of the society of the future.

Since previous editions of the Songs of Bilitis have been complacently unconcerned with the desirability of sympathetic treatment, accurate translation or rhythmic presentation, I offer this version of an extremely lovely book, in all humility, as leaven to their dough, although acutely conscious that the whole is bread, where cake is (this time) sadly in demand.


The Tree

I undressed to climb a tree; my naked thighs embraced the smooth and humid bark; my sandals climbed upon the branches.

High up, but still beneath the leaves and shaded from the heat, I straddled a wide-spread fork and swung my feet into the void.

It had rained. Drops of water fell and flowed upon my skin. My hands were soiled with moss and my heels were reddened by the crushed blossoms.

I felt the lovely tree living when the wind passed through it; so I locked my legs tighter, and crushed my open lips to the hairy nape of a bough.


I found her as a treasure, in a field, under a myrtle bush; she was wrapped from throat to feet in a yellow peplos broidered fine with blue.

"I have no lover," she told me, "for the nearest town is forty stadia from here. I live alone but for my mother, who is a widow and is always sad. If you should wish me I would follow you.

"I'll follow to your house, though it should be upon the other sea-coast of the isle; and I'll live with you until you send me hence. Your hand is tender and your eyes are blue.

"Let us go. I'll carry nothing with me but the little nude Astarte which is hanging from my necklace. We'll place it close to yours, and reward them with red roses every night."

Softcover, 8¼" x 5¼, 180+ pages

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