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He’s equal with the Gods, that man Who sits across from you, Face to face, close enough, to sip Your voice’s sweetness, And what excites my mind, Your laughter, glittering. So, When I see you, for a moment, My voice goes, My tongue freezes. Fire, Delicate fire, in the flesh. Blind, stunned, the sound Of thunder, in my ears. Shivering with sweat, cold Tremors over the skin, I turn the colour of dead grass, And I’m an inch from dying.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
‘He’s equal with the Gods, that man’
He’s equal with the Gods, that man Who sits across from you, Face to face, close enough, to sip Your voice’s sweetness, And what excites my mind, Your laughter, glittering. So, When I see you, for a moment, My voice goes, My tongue freezes. Fire, Delicate fire, in the flesh. Blind, stunned, the sound Of thunder, in my ears. Shivering with sweat, cold Tremors over the skin, I turn the colour of dead grass, And I’m an inch from dying.
Sappho, ancient Greek poetess 600 b.c. Translated by A. S. Kline © 2005 All Rights Reserved This work may be freely reproduced, stored, and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
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