Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
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Anand Thakur
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOSomeone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHOI took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOHesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHODancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
SAPPHOBuilders, 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!
SAPPHODeath is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHOStand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHOWhatever one loves most is beautiful.
SAPPHOAll the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHOMay I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOIn gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
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