Translating Shakyamuni and Sappho across time and culture Barry Magid October 25th 2014

Sappho

Isn't he just divine!

that boy sitting at your feet,

gazing into your eyes

soaking up your laughter...

Me, I go to pieces just

looking at you - I can't think

of a thing to say. I break out

into a cold sweat, my heart's going

a mile a minute, the blood roaring

in my ears. I turn green as the grass

and faint dead away.

translated by Barry Magid

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