05/13/2026
Your poem for the week ♥︎ from Transient Worlds: On Translating Poetry by Arthur Sze, reading Anne Carson’s translation of Fragment 31 by Sappho♥︎
31
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.
But all is to be dared, because even a person of poverty
translation by Anne Carson
