In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who <br />sits there facing you--any man whatever-- <br />listening from closeby to the sweetness of your <br />voice as you talk, the <br /> <br />sweetness of your laughter: yes, that--I swear it-- <br />sets the heart to shaking inside my breast, since <br />once I look at you for a moment, I can't <br />speak any longer, <br /> <br />but my tongue breaks down, and then all at once a <br />subtle fire races inside my skin, my <br />eyes can't see a thing and a whirring whistle <br />thrums at my hearing, <br /> <br />cold sweat covers me and a trembling takes <br />ahold of me all over: I'm greener than the <br />grass is and appear to myself to be little <br />short of dying. <br /> <br />But all must be endured, since even a poor [<br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-the-gods/
