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

Sappho

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

Death Decision God Sick
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHO

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

Beautiful Endurance Goodness Willing
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!
SAPPHO

Build Marriage Raise Sky
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
SAPPHO

Alone Moon Night Pass Time
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
What cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHO

Fall Love Mountain Nature
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHO

Heart Mountain Myself Root Wild
There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHO

Grief Home Place Serve
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHO

Eyes Face Grace Love Stand
Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
SAPPHO

Bring Morning Togetherness
Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHO

Love Myself Tremble

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

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