Jul 13
He seems to me equal to gods that man
who sits opposite you and close by
listens to your sweet speech
and your lovely laughter—
that sets the heart fluttering in my breast.
For when I look at you, even a moment,
no speaking is left in me.
My tongue breaks in two,
a subtle fire runs under my skin,
my eyes see nothing,
my ears roar,
sweat pours off me,
a trembling seizes me all over,
I am greener than grass,
and I seem to be little short of dying.
Ille mi par esse deo videtur
-Sappho
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