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Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.

Sappho

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHO

Delicious Hear Word
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHO

Ancient Mountain Shake Soul
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
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
SAPPHO

Alone Moon Night Pass Time
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
SAPPHO

Naked Nerve Resilience Sensitive Word Writing
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
SAPPHO

Beautiful Endurance Goodness Willing
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
SAPPHO

Alone Moon Pass Sleep Time
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
SAPPHO

Heart Love Shake Warning
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHO

Forget Future Thinking Time Yourself
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur

Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.

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