I’ve been researching the past reputation for lesbian literary works (while you do), and another associated with the things that I’ve learned is lesbian poetry is in the foundation of lesbian lit. Needless to say, Sappho may be the the one that began all of it, though we need to make due with only fragments of her poetry, making us with tantalizing scraps of poems like:
and on a soft sleep delicate you’ll let loose your longing
and neither any[ ]nor any
One of many few (nearly) complete poems we now have nevertheless resonates today:
He generally seems to me personally corresponding to the gods that guy whoever he is whom opposite you sits and listens near to your sweet speaking
and lovely laughing—oh it
no: tongue breaks and fire that is thin rushing under epidermis plus in eyes no sight and drumming fills ears