A LIMEN raised only on the words of one circle. LIMEN sends witnessed gate-crossings on a carrier; here the carrier is the Sapphic metre and every message is a real surviving line — Sappho's own fragments, and the words her true contemporary Alcaeus wrote about her. Choose a line; each Greek word crosses a gate, plucked on the lyre and flung down an optical carrier; the far end reconstructs it. The Greek is the surviving text; the English are my own plain glosses — nothing borrowed.
Her one true PEER was Alcaeus of Mytilene — same island, same generation (c. 600 BCE). He hailed her violet-haired, holy, honey-smiling (fr. 384), and Aristotle preserves a verse-exchange between them (Rhetoric 1367a): he says shame stops his tongue; she answers that honest longing needs no shame.
Everyone else famous came LATER, not as peers: Plato's epigram made her the Tenth Muse; the Roman Catullus rebuilt her fr. 31 as his poem 51 and named his beloved Lesbia for her island; Ovid gave her a fictional verse-letter (Heroides 15). The Athenian Solon, hearing one of her songs, asked to be taught it so that I may learn it and die — an anecdote, not a poem.
⚖ Honest: fr. 168B (the moon has set…) is disputed as hers. Translations here are my own; the Greek is the surviving text.