Sappho’s poetry, while beautiful, can also be interpreted as some of them most heartbreaking of the ancient world: Karanika comments of her communication of ‘female anxiety towards marriage’, while Wilson emphasises the bone-deep loneliness in her words, a women both destroyed and liberated by her own isolation and femininity. Perhaps this sorrow does not just come from a place of personal dissatisfaction, but speaks of Sappho’s position in broader Greek society. In Ancient Greece, the love of women, and love shared between woman, was a marginalised voice, and though this was to a degree silencing, it also provided her with a uniquely blank canvas, to redefine love according to her own rules and values, to be alone amongst her contemporaries, but to fill that void with her own impressions of beauty and an ideal of what love should be, In Stehle’s words, she ‘used the special conditions of lesbian love to create an alternative world in which mutual desire, rapture and separateness can be explored as female experience.’ (From this perspective, she arguably explores love and desire in much the same way as Plato, weaving together multiple threads of pain and beauty and love and convention to form a considered thesis of what love is, and what it should be.)