Face to face, close enough, to sip Your voice’s sweetness
It's as if she's right here with us, whispering into our ears.
Sappho’s fragment trembles with intimacy, turning desire into a sacred act of awe.
The man is exalted, equal to the gods, simply for sitting near the beloved’s voice.
Sweetness of sound becomes nectar, laughter glittering like light too radiant to bear.
The poet’s body collapses under passion tongue frozen, fire in the flesh, thunder in the ears.
This surrender humanises love as vulnerability, where language fails and only sensation remains.
Sweat, tremors, pallor: the body becomes a fragile vessel overwhelmed by longing.
Desire is reframed not as possession but as reverence, a trembling before divinity.
Sappho humanises passion as both ecstasy and danger, dissolving the self in awe.
Her words remind us that love is not gentle it shakes, blinds, and remakes perception.
Ultimately, the fragment endures because it humanises longing as sacred: mortality trembling at the edge of the divine.
If this space offered you something meaningful, you may support me with a symbolic coffee, warm, of course, and full of heart.
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Thank you for this beautiful analysis. I couldn't agree more.
LOVE I’m obsessed with stunned/thunder
YES, love the sonics in this line!
The OP daily poem is always the first thing I read in the morning and being particularly tired from traveling the day before it felt like a gong in my head when I read it I just love 😆
Humbled to be a part of the sacred space of your mornings. ♥️
It's as if she's right here with us, whispering into our ears.
Sappho’s fragment trembles with intimacy, turning desire into a sacred act of awe.
The man is exalted, equal to the gods, simply for sitting near the beloved’s voice.
Sweetness of sound becomes nectar, laughter glittering like light too radiant to bear.
The poet’s body collapses under passion tongue frozen, fire in the flesh, thunder in the ears.
This surrender humanises love as vulnerability, where language fails and only sensation remains.
Sweat, tremors, pallor: the body becomes a fragile vessel overwhelmed by longing.
Desire is reframed not as possession but as reverence, a trembling before divinity.
Sappho humanises passion as both ecstasy and danger, dissolving the self in awe.
Her words remind us that love is not gentle it shakes, blinds, and remakes perception.
Ultimately, the fragment endures because it humanises longing as sacred: mortality trembling at the edge of the divine.
If this space offered you something meaningful, you may support me with a symbolic coffee, warm, of course, and full of heart.
https://ko-fi.com/adriao
Thank you for this beautiful analysis. I couldn't agree more.
LOVE I’m obsessed with stunned/thunder
YES, love the sonics in this line!
The OP daily poem is always the first thing I read in the morning and being particularly tired from traveling the day before it felt like a gong in my head when I read it I just love 😆
Humbled to be a part of the sacred space of your mornings. ♥️