Jealousy Poem by Sappho

Jealousy

Rating: 4.6


He must feel blooded with the spirit of a god
to sit opposite you and listen, and reply,
to your talk, your laughter, your touching,
breath-held silences. But what I feel, sitting here
and watching you, so stops my heart and binds
my tongue that I can't think what I might say
to breach the aureole around you there.
It's as if someone with flint and stone had sparked
a fire that kindled the flesh along my arms
and smothered me in its smoke-blind rush.
Paler than summer grass, it seems
I am already dead, or little short of dying.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 07 June 2016

Oh, such yearning! So amazing to know it was written long long ago yet speaks just as readily to our hearts as it did back then.! PH, give us more of this quality writing please. We like being stunned and amazed and rather speechless..

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Simone Inez Harriman 07 June 2016

Stunning poem. I was held riveted to the images. Well penned.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 07 June 2016

Awesome style as also contents of this marvelously envisioned poem. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Barry Middleton 07 June 2016

This poem is an absolute 10 if ever there was a 10.

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* Sunprincess * 07 June 2016

...........so amazing, the feelings of admiration and jealousy are both described absolutely accurate ★

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Ms Presumptuous 26 February 2020

Can't tell you how jealous I am of everything about u, including the women. That's how straightforward mundane n silly I am.

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Dumbo 26 February 2020

I still don't get it, it was there for the asking from centuries ago, you chose to be blind deaf and dumb just like dumbo.

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Chinedu Dike 21 October 2019

An insightful rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing.................................................

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Dr Antony Theodore 04 May 2019

But what I feel, sitting here and watching you, so stops my heart and binds my tongue that I can't think what I might say to breach the aureole around you there. a very good poem. bitter and sweet emotion.s tony

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 07 June 2016

It's as if someone with flint and stone had sparked a fire that kindled the flesh along my arms and smothered me in its smoke-blind rush. Paler than summer grass, it seems I am already dead, or little short of dying. Nice piece of poetical work. Thanks for sharing it.

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