Like the very gods
Like the very gods in my sight is he who
sits where he can look in your eyes, who listens close to you, to hear the soft voice, its sweetness murmur in love and laughter, all for him. But it breaks my spirit; underneath my breast all the heart is shaken. Let me only glance where you are, the voice dies, I can say nothing, but my lips are stricken to silence, under- neath my skin the tenuous flame suffuses; nothing shows in front of my eyes, my ears are muted in thunder. And the sweat breaks running upon me, fever shakes my body, paler I turn than grass is; I can feel that I have been chnged, I feel that death has come near me. Sappho (Translation into English by Richmond Lattimore) |
L'égal
des dieux
Celui-là
me paraît être l'égal des dieux, l'homme qui, Et
ce rire enchanteur, qui je le jure, a fait fondre mon cœur
Sappho
(Une des nombreuses traductions de ce poème célèbre) |
