Their heart grew coldthey let their wings down

Sappho
Their heart grew coldthey let their wings down
Their heart grew coldthey let their wings down
Their heart grew coldthey let their wings down
Their heart grew coldthey let their wings down
About This Quote

It is interesting how Shakespeare uses figurative language to explain this line. The line means that they got tired of love and that their hearts fell to the ground. They let their wings (i.e., their feelings) down because they could not find enough reason to keep them up.

Source: If Not, Winter: Fragments Of Sappho

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