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
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 . . .
Sappho; translation by Anne Carson
from If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho (Vintage, 2003)
Scholars know this poem of Sappho's as Fragment 31. When Sappho had already been dead for centuries, Catullus adopted it in Latin (Poem 51 in his collected works), and his poem, like hers, circulated throughout the Mediterranean world.
Many writers have tried their hand at bringing this into English, but none has succeeded like Anne Carson, and she did it by cleaving closely to Sappho's originals. In particular, by refusing to add possessive pronouns where Sappho has none, she recreates the swift immediacy of the lines in Greek.
Carson lets us hear Sappho's urgent, graceful voice, and the millennia between us and the poet of Lesbos drop like mist.
- Sappho's Greek, with a transliteration in the Roman alphabet
- Thomas McEvilley reads Fragment 31 in Greek
- Edith Hall's review of Diane Rayor's Sappho: A New Translation of the Complete Works, which includes newly discovered poems