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

Sappho

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

Grief Home Place Serve
For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
SAPPHO

Bring Morning Togetherness
The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHO

Beautiful Evening Stars
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
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHO

Fall Love Mountain Nature
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
SAPPHO

Alone Moon Pass Sleep Time
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
SAPPHO

Death Evil God Judgement
I know not what to do, my mind is divided.
SAPPHO

Division Known Mindset Myself
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
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
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHO

Delicious Hear Word

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