Seventh Century
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Famous quotes by seventh century:
“When my lover came to bed,
the knot came untied
all by itself.
My dress,
held up by the strings of a loosened belt,
barely stayed on my hips.
Friend,
thats as much as I know now.
When he touched my body,
I couldnt at all remember
who he was,
who I was,
or how It was.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“Grovelling,
intimate words,
heart-stealing flattery,
a tight embrace
of my thinner-than-thin body,
violent kisses all over
obviously,
getting angry is worth the risk,
but even still,
Im not interested.
My lover
is dear to my heart,
so how could I be like that
on purpose?”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“Shes in the house.
Shes at turn after turn.
Shes behind me.
Shes in front of me.
Shes in my bed.
Shes on path after path,
and Im weak from want of her.
O heart,
there is no reality for me
other than she she
she she she she
in the whole of the reeling world.
And philosophers talk about Oneness.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“When my face turned toward his,
I averted it
and looked at my feet.
When my ears clamored
to hear his talk,
I stopped them.
When my cheeks broke out
in sweat and goosebumps,
I covered them with my hands.
But Friends,
when the seams of my bodice
burst in a hundred places,
what could I do?”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“Hearing the low sound
of a cloud scattering rain
at midnight
and thinking for an eternity
on his absent young wife,
a traveller heaved a sigh
and with a flood of tears
howled the whole night long.
Now, villagers wont let him stay
in their place anymore.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)