Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
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Anand Thakur
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHOI would not think to touch the sky with two arms
SAPPHOAll the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHORaise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHOLove shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
SAPPHOI know not what to do, my mind is divided.
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.
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.
SAPPHONow the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
SAPPHOWhat cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHOEros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHOThe moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
SAPPHOHesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
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