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

Sappho

In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHO

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

Heart Love Shook Tree Trouble
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHO

Breathe Command Immortal Myself Word
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
SAPPHO

Body Cushion Flow Gentle
The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHO

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

Death Decision God Sick
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
I know not what to do, my mind is divided.
SAPPHO

Division Known Mindset Myself
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
SAPPHO

Alone Moon Night Pass Time
If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
SAPPHO

Nature Yourself
There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHO

Grief Home Place Serve
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHO

High Man Marriage Tall
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
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
SAPPHO

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

Forget Future Thinking Time Yourself

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

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