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If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.

Sappho

When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHO

High Man Marriage Tall
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHO

Beautiful Evening Stars
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHO

Ancient Mountain Shake Soul
The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
SAPPHO

Away Love Myself
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
SAPPHO

Heart Love Shook Tree Trouble
Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHO

Death Decision God Sick
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHO

Heaven Instrument Myself Talk
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
SAPPHO

Body Cushion Flow Gentle
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
SAPPHO

Fair Goodness Himself
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.
SAPPHO

Alone Bank Heaven Hope Lying Moon Myself
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHO

Fall Love Mountain Nature

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