SAPPHO 31 /
TO ME HE SEEMS LIKE A GOD
AS HE SITS FACING YOU AND
HEARS YOU NEAR AS YOU SPEAK
SOFTLY AND LAUGH
IN A SWEET ECHO THAT JOLTS
THE HEART IN MY RIBS. FOR NOW
AS I LOOK AT YOU MY VOICE
IS EMPTY AND
CAN SAY NOTHING AS MY TONGUE
CRACKS AND A SLENDER FIRE IS QUICK
UNDER MY SKIN. MY EYES ARE DEAD
TO LIGHT, MY EARS
POUND, AND A SWEAT POURS OVER ME.
I CONVULSE, GREENER THAN GRASS,
AND FEEL MY MIND SLIP AS I
GO CLOSE TO DEATH,
YET, BEING POOR, MUST SUFFER
EVERYTHING.
- SAPPHO, 'UNTITLED (FRAGMENT 31)', c.600 BCE.
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(FROM A SECOND VERSION OF A TRANSLATION
BY WILLIS BARNSTONE, 1988.)