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Fragment 31
I see he who sits near you as an equal of the gods For he can closely listen to your delightful voice And that seductive laugh That makes the heart behind my breasts to tremble.
Even when I glimpse you for a moment My tongue is stilled as speech deserts me While a delicate fire is beneath my skin - My eyes cannot see, then, When I hear only a whirling sound As I shivering, sweat Because all of me trembles; I become paler than drought-grass And nearer to death ...
~Sappho
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