Painting by Agnes Cecile

Painting by Agnes Cecile


Phainetai Moi

He appears to me, that one, equal to the gods,

the man who, facing you,

is seated and, up close, that sweet voice of yours

he listens to

 

And how you laugh your charming laugh. Why it

makes my heart flutter within my breast,

because the moment I look at you, right then, for me,

to make any sound at all won’t work any more.

 

My tongue has a breakdown and a delicate

— all of a sudden — fire rushes under my skin.

With my eyes I see not a thing, and there is a roar

that my ears make.

 

Sweat pours down me and a trembling

seizes all of me; paler than grass

am I, and a little short of death

do I appear to me.

– Sappho

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“He appears to me, that one, equal to the gods”

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