Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
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Anand Thakur
Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
SAPPHOWould 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.
SAPPHOI do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHONow the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
SAPPHOWhat cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHOFrom all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOWhatever one loves most is beautiful.
SAPPHOLove shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
SAPPHOThe moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
SAPPHOMay I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
SAPPHOThere is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOHow love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
SAPPHODancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
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