Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
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Anand Thakur
Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
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.
SAPPHONow the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
SAPPHOI will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHOThe Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHOLove shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
SAPPHOMay I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
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.
SAPPHOWhen anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
SAPPHODeath is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
SAPPHOEros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOHesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
SAPPHOBeauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
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