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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

What cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHO

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

Heart Love Shook Tree Trouble
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHO

Ancient Mountain Shake Soul
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
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
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
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
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
SAPPHO

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

Death Evil God Judgement
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
SAPPHO

Alone Moon Pass Sleep Time
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHO

Heaven Instrument Myself Talk

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.

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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.

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