"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"
- Sappho