In honor of #yuriday and to continue more #poetryposting, here's an excerpt of Sappho's writings. He seems to me equal to gods that man whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close to your sweet speaking and lovely laughing—oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me no: tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin and in eyes no sight and drumming fills ears and cold sweat holds me and shaking grips me all, greener than grass I am and dead—or almost I seem to me.
shit pickle inspector i didnt know you were cool like that
didnt know you were chill like that
Ah, thank you. I'm quite moved by what works of Sappho we're able to find, and am happy to spread more of it where I can.
nonchalant pickle inspector over here