Jealousy

He must feel blooded with the spirit of a god
to sit opposite you and listen, and reply,
to your talk, your laughter, your touching,
breath-held silences. But what I feel, sitting here
and watching you, so stops my heart and binds
my tongue that I can't think what I might say
to breach the aureole around you there.
It's as if someone with flint and stone had sparked
a fire that kindled the flesh along my arms
and smothered me in its smoke-blind rush.
Paler than summer grass, it seems
I am already dead, or little short of dying.

by Sappho

Comments (11)

But what I feel, sitting here and watching you, so stops my heart and binds my tongue that I can't think what I might say to breach the aureole around you there. a very good poem. bitter and sweet emotion.s tony
It's as if someone with flint and stone had sparked a fire that kindled the flesh along my arms and smothered me in its smoke-blind rush. Paler than summer grass, it seems I am already dead, or little short of dying. Nice piece of poetical work. Thanks for sharing it.
Susan captures my thoughts exactly. Wonderfully expressed longing and yearning, and the pain of experiencing those bittersweet emotions.
doesn't really bind her tongue
Oh, such yearning! So amazing to know it was written long long ago yet speaks just as readily to our hearts as it did back then.! PH, give us more of this quality writing please. We like being stunned and amazed and rather speechless..
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