Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
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Anand Thakur
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHOWhat cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHOIf you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
SAPPHODancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
SAPPHODeath is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
SAPPHONow the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
SAPPHOThere is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHOBeauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
SAPPHOSome 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.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOWhatever one loves most is beautiful.
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHOI do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
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