"When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over."
"May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve."
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Source: Sappho, Mary Barnard (1958). “Sappho”, p.58, Univ of California Press
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