If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
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Anand Thakur
If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
SAPPHOWith his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHOThe Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
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.
SAPPHOHe who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
SAPPHOSome 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.
SAPPHOStand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHOSomeone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHODeath must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
SAPPHOEros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHOI took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHOFor some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
SAPPHOThe 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.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
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