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.
SAPPHOI do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
SAPPHODeath is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
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.
SAPPHOEros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHOAll the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHOAlthough only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHOWhat cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHOIn gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHOMay I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
SAPPHOI would not think to touch the sky with two arms
SAPPHOWithout warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHOI took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
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