sprinkle

s'posed to be studying for a staistics exam. would rather pluck eyelashes out. Poem by Sappho (10th Muse):

Letter to Anaktoria:

Like the very gods in my sight it is he who
sits where he can look you in the eyes, who listens
close to you, to hear the soft voice, its sweetness
murmur in loveand

laughter, all for him. But it breaks my spirit;
underneath my breath all the heart is shaken.
Let me only glance where you are, the voice dies,
i can say nothing,

but my lips are stricken to silence, under-
neath but my skin the tenuous flame suffuses;
nothing shows in front of my eyes, my ears are
muted in thunder.

and the sweat running upon me, fever
shakes my body, paler i turn than grass is;
i can feel that i have been changed
death has come near me.

think it goes well with the pic.