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poetree2014-04-21 10:05 am
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the diversity of queer women's poetic experience: love poems: Sappho (girl meets girl)
Once there was a girl; once there was a girl. Women, both, really. Her name was Lien; her name was Michelle. After Lien met Michelle, she copied out this poem and gave it to Michelle.
Fragment 31
Sappho tr. Anne Carson
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 rushing 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
[...]
Sappho. The most readily recognized queer female poet in the world. Not, probably, the first—that honor may go to Enheduanna, the first poet whose name we know. But the most recognizable name among queer female poets, and Sappho 31 may be her best-known poem.
All is to be dared, Sappho wrote. So Lien dared. But the rest of the poem, unless the last stanza of Catullus 51 is an accurate translation (unlikely), is lost.
Source: If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, Anne Carson
Fragment 31
Sappho tr. Anne Carson
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 rushing 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
[...]
Sappho. The most readily recognized queer female poet in the world. Not, probably, the first—that honor may go to Enheduanna, the first poet whose name we know. But the most recognizable name among queer female poets, and Sappho 31 may be her best-known poem.
All is to be dared, Sappho wrote. So Lien dared. But the rest of the poem, unless the last stanza of Catullus 51 is an accurate translation (unlikely), is lost.
Source: If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, Anne Carson
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The rest of the poem may be lost to time, but that snippet lives on to inspire. In a way it seems as if the poem itself dares us to finish it. A personal and individual song that echos through time.
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:)
I'm occasionally tempted to attempt finishing Sappho. Or stitch together some of the bitty pieces into a larger poem. I doubt the project will end well, seeing as I'm no Sappho.
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---L.
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Hm, good point.
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---L.
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Ooh shiny. Thanks!
Yes...
"let me tell you this -- someone in some future time will think of us."
Re: Yes...
Love that line.