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Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?

Sappho

Some 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.
SAPPHO

Black Earth Face Infant Love Oneself
Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
SAPPHO

Body Cushion Flow Gentle
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHO

Beautiful Evening Stars
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHO

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

Anand Thakur
Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
SAPPHO

Agreement Death Evil God
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHO

Myself Strike Venom
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHO

Ancient Mountain Shake Soul
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHO

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.
SAPPHO

Alone Bank Heaven Hope Lying Moon Myself
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
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHO

Breathe Command Immortal Myself Word
When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
SAPPHO

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

Heart Mountain Myself Root Wild
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur

Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?

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