A DELICATE FLAME RUNS BENEATH MY SKIN

A DELICATE FLAME RUNS BENEATH MY SKINJust reading the quite literally fragmented poetry of the great Sappho. Loved for her lyric poetry written to be sung while accompanied by music. Sappho has always reminded me of Miriam, the original female prophet of the Bible (who I spoke about on Tuesday). Daring, sensual and greatly admired in her time, she shines ever on to this day. Love Susie. x


Come now, luxuriant Graces, and beautiful-haired Muses.


I tell you

someone will remember us

in the future.


Now, I shall sing these songs

Beautifully

for my companions.


But my tongue is frozen in silence;

instantly a delicate flame runs beneath my skin;

with my eyes I see nothing;

my ears make a whirring noise.


A cold sweat covers me,

trembling seizes my body,

and I am greener than grass.

Lacking but little of death do I seem.