He seems to me equal to gods that man
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, a moment, then 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 dead — or almost
I seem to me.
Sappho (6th Century BC), was an ancient greek poet born on the island of Lesbos. Most of her poetry has been lost and we all have left is some fragments. Her name has become synonymous with lesbian desire.