Sunday, September 11, 2005

A Question on Waiting

Been trying to write. Couldn't find the words.

Found this instead. Interesting.

He seems to me equal to gods that man
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, a moment, then no speaking
is left in me

no: tongue breaks, and thin
fire is racing 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. [Sappho Fr. 31] (Translated by Anne Carson)

The page where I got it from, Excerpt from Hamerton-Kelly's "Sacred Violence", is interesting as well. I can't understand everything written there, but it talks mainly about eros vs. agape. The selfish and the unselfish love. From where I am I seem to be capable only of selfish love. But with God, nothing is impossible, right?

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