He seems to me equal to the gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
….to your sweet speakingand lovely laughing—oh it
puts the heart in my chest on wings
for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking
….is left in meno: tongue breaks and thin
fire is racing under skin
and in eyes no sight and drumming
….fills earsand cold sweat holds me and shaking
grips me all, greener than grass
I am and dead—or almost
….I seem to me.But all is to be dared, because even a person of poverty …
Sapho
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“If you were here—and Oh that you were here, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.”
Emily Dickinson
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