April 20, 2008 03:47 PM
Sunday.
I’m pondering a quote from Sappho describing the inner torment of jealousy.
Man who sits and gazes at thee before him
Close beside thee sits, and in silence hears thee.
Silverly speaking.
Laughing love’s low laughter. Oh, this, this only
Stirs the troubled heart in my breast to tremble!
For should I but see thee a little moment,
Straight is my voice hushed;
Yea, my tongue is broken, and through and through me
‘Neath the flesh, impalpable fire runs tingling;
Nothing see mine eyes, and a voice of roaring
Waves in my ears sounds
- “Ode to Atthis”
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