<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513386" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Arbor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He seems to he a god, that man <br>Facing you, who leans to be close, <br>Smiles, and, alert and glad, listens <br>To your mellow voice </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And quickens in love at your laughter <br>That stings my breasts, jolts my heart <br>If I dare the shock of a glance. <br>I cannot speak, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My tongue sticks to my dry mouth, <br>Thin fire spreads beneath my skin, <br>My eyes cannot see and my aching ears <br>Roar in their labyrinths. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chill sweat glides down my back, <br>I shake, I turn greener than grass. <br>I am neither living nor dead and cry <br>From the narrow between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sappho">Sappho</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513386" data-title="The Arbor de Sappho" data-description="He seems to he a god, that man Facing you, who leans to be close, Smiles, and, alert and glad, listens To your mellow voice And quickens in love at your laughter That stings my breasts, jolts my heart If I dare the shock of a glance. I can..."></div> </div> </div>

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