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.
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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.
SAPPHOThere is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOWhatever one loves most is beautiful.
SAPPHOHesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
SAPPHOAlthough only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHOI do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
SAPPHONo honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOEros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHOSomeone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHOIf you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
SAPPHOSome say an army of horsemen, or infantry, A fleet of ships is the fairest thing On the face of the black earth, but I say It’s what one loves.
SAPPHODeath is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
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