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Of Tongues and Things [Via Woh-Battameez] – [Poetry]

June 7, 2012

He is more than a hero
He is a god in my eyes—
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you—he
who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing
laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can’t
speak—my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,
hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body
and I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn’t far from me

[Go here for the Devanagari script.]

I did translate Sappho’s Isle of Lesbos. It was fun and strange, worked with the Mary Barnard translation. — Via Woh-Battameez

I can’t tell if this is from Sappho’s Isle of Lesbos or what. But I like it.

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