Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
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Anand Thakur
Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHOThe moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
SAPPHOWhatever one loves most is beautiful.
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOI took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHOAll the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHOIn gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHONow the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
SAPPHOI do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
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.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHONo honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHOWhat cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOFor some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
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