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There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

Sappho

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
SAPPHO

Alone Moon Pass Sleep Time
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHO

Heaven Instrument Myself Talk
When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHO

Love Myself Tremble
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHO

Death Decision God Sick
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
SAPPHO

Fair Goodness Himself
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.
SAPPHO

Black Earth Face Infant Love Oneself
For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHO

Ancient Mountain Shake Soul
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.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHO

Eyes Face Grace Love Stand
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHO

Myself Strike Venom
Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!
SAPPHO

Build Marriage Raise Sky

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