He seems to be a god, that man
Facing you who leans to be close,
Smiles, and, alert and glad, listens
To your mellow voice.
And quickens in love at your laughter
That stings my breasts, jolts my heart
If I dare the shock of a glance.
I cannot speak,
My tongue sticks to my dry mouth,
Thins fire spreads beneath my skin,
My eyes cannot see and my aching ears
Roar in their labyrinths.
Chill sweat slides down my body,
I shake, I turn greener than grass,
I am neither living nor dead and cry
From the narrow between.
But endure, even this grief of love.
~Sappho