I like boring things.
Sappho
] ] ]pity ]trembling ] ]flesh by now old age ]covers ]flies in pursuit ] ]noble ]taking ]sing to us the one with violets in her lap ]mostly ]goes astray From If not, winter Fragments of Sappho, a translation by Anne Carson
Sappho
He seems to me equal to gods that man whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close to your sweet peaking 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 [...]