Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
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Anand Thakur
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
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Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
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There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
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Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
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Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
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The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
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Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
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Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
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Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
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If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
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I know not what to do, my mind is divided.
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How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
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Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
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No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
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Some 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.
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The 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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