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

Sappho

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHO

Eyes Face Grace Love Stand
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHO

Myself Strike Venom
For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHO

Love Myself Tremble
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHO

Heart Mountain Myself Root Wild
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
SAPPHO

Body Cushion Flow Gentle
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
There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHO

Grief Home Place Serve
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHO

Beautiful Evening Stars
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
SAPPHO

Death Evil God Judgement
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
SAPPHO

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

Anand Thakur
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHO

Breathe Command Immortal Myself Word
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

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

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