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

Sappho

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHO

Breathe Command Immortal Myself Word
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHO

High Man Marriage Tall
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHO

Fall Love Mountain Nature
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
SAPPHO

Naked Nerve Resilience Sensitive Word Writing
For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
SAPPHO

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

Alone Moon Pass Sleep Time
Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHO

Love Myself Tremble
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHO

Myself Strike Venom
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
SAPPHO

Anand Thakur
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
SAPPHO

Fair Goodness Himself
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHO

Ancient Mountain Shake Soul
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
SAPPHO

Beautiful Endurance Goodness Willing
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
SAPPHO

Heart Love Shook Tree Trouble
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

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

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