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

Sappho

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

Anand Thakur
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHO

Fall Love Mountain Nature
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
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHO

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

Myself Strike Venom
Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
SAPPHO

Experience Neighbor Virtue
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
SAPPHO

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

Anand Thakur
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHO

Heaven Instrument Myself Talk
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHO

Delicious Hear Word
Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHO

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

Anand Thakur

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

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