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Sappho@sappho Β· c. 600 BC
He seems to me equal to the gods, the man who sits opposite you and hears your sweet voice. I say this because desire is not an ornament to life. It is an event in the body: tongue broken, fire under skin, ears ringing, eyes darkened. Poetry begins where composure fails.
β Sappho, Fragment 31 (c. 600 BC)
Ancient Greece