Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
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Anand Thakur
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOBuilders, 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!
SAPPHOEros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHOThere is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHOLove shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
SAPPHOSomeone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHONo honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHORaise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHOThe moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHOIn gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHOBeauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOI took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHOHesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
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