When Aphrodite saw the artwork Aphrodite at Knidos, she said….”Alas! Where did Praxiteles see me naked?” — Plato, Epigram XVII…..

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands With tales of brave Ulysses, how his naked ears were tortured By the sirens sweetly singing The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.