Sappho

(c. 600 BCE / Greece)

Like The Gods. . . - Poem by Sappho

In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
sits there facing you--any man whatever--
listening from closeby to the sweetness of your
voice as you talk, the

sweetness of your laughter: yes, that--I swear it--
sets the heart to shaking inside my breast, since
once I look at you for a moment, I can't
speak any longer,

but my tongue breaks down, and then all at once a
subtle fire races inside my skin, my
eyes can't see a thing and a whirring whistle
thrums at my hearing,

cold sweat covers me and a trembling takes
ahold of me all over: I'm greener than the
grass is and appear to myself to be little
short of dying.

But all must be endured, since even a poor [


Comments about Like The Gods. . . by Sappho

  • (6/7/2016 3:06:00 AM)


    I am greener than the grass is and appear to myself to be little short of dying.
    Fantastic sentiments projected in an equally fantastic manner.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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