vrijdag 14 december 2007

Sappho

" whenever I catch
sight of you, even for a moment
then my voice deserts me

and my tongue is struck silent, a delicate fire
suddenly races underneath my skin

my eyes see nothing, my ears whistle like
the whirling of a top

and sweat pours down me and a trembling creeps over
my whole body, I am greener than grass
at such times, I seem to be no more than
a step away from death

but all can be endured, since even a pauper..."

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