‘Fragment 31’ – Sappho

He seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your sweet speaking
and lovely laughing–oh it
puts the heart in my chest on wings
for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking
is left in me

no: tongue breaks and thin
fire is racing under skin
and in eyes no sight and drumming
fills ears

and cold sweat holds me and shaking
grips me all, greener than grass
I am and dead–or almost
I seem to me.

But all is to be dared, because even a person of poverty


2 responses

  1. Via Anne Carson’s Decreation
    How Women Like Sappho, Marguerite Porete, and Simone Weil Tell God

    This short essay has stayed in my thoughts more than any other since I read it last summer.

    August 12, 2014 at 19:38

  2. Zorro

    I was just reading an essay on Simone Weil by Susan Sontag yesterday. What do you draw from it?

    August 17, 2014 at 12:05

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