Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
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Anand Thakur
Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
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Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
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Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
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You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
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Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
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May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
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The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
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No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
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Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
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Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
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Would 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.
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Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
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Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
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How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
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I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
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What cannot be said will be wept.
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