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

Sappho

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

Anand Thakur
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
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHO

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

Heart Mountain Myself Root Wild
Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
SAPPHO

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

Death Evil God Judgement
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHO

High Man Marriage Tall
The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHO

Grief Home Place Serve
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHO

Fantasy Love One Liner
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHO

Fall Love Mountain Nature
From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
SAPPHO

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

Anand Thakur
I do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
SAPPHO

Mindset Myself
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

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

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