Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
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Anand Thakur
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHOIf you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
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.
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHOHe who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
SAPPHOWithout warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOI will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
SAPPHORaise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHOEros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHOStand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHODeath must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
SAPPHOFor some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
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