by Armand D’Angour: He seems just like the gods in heaven,/that man who sits across from you/and bends his head to listen to/your lovely voice//and charming laugh—which sets my heart/aflutter in my breast, for when/I catch the merest glimpse of you,/my voice is gone,//my tongue’s congealed, a subtle fire/runs flickering beneath my frame,/my eyes see blank, a buzzing noise/assails my ears...
READING: A Reconstruction of Sappho 31
READING: A Reconstruction of Sappho 31
READING: A Reconstruction of Sappho 31
by Armand D’Angour: He seems just like the gods in heaven,/that man who sits across from you/and bends his head to listen to/your lovely voice//and charming laugh—which sets my heart/aflutter in my breast, for when/I catch the merest glimpse of you,/my voice is gone,//my tongue’s congealed, a subtle fire/runs flickering beneath my frame,/my eyes see blank, a buzzing noise/assails my ears...