Builders, 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!
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Anand Thakur
Builders, 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!
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOSomeone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
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.
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.
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHOIf you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
SAPPHOI would not think to touch the sky with two arms
SAPPHOI will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
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.
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.
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