To me he seems like a god

by Sappho. To me he seems like a god as he sits facing you and hears you near as you speak softly and laugh In a sweet echo that jolts the heart in my ribs. For now as I look at you my voice is empty and can say nothing in my tongue cracks and slender fire is quick under my skin. My eyes are dead to light, my ears pound and sweat pours over me. I convulse, paler than grass, and feel my mind lip as I go close to death [but must suffer all, being poor]