Seventh Century
- 700 - 699 - 698 - 697 - 696 - 695 - 694 - 693 - 692 - 691
- 690 - 689 - 688 - 687 - 686 - 685 - 684 - 683 - 682 - 681
- 680 - 679 - 678 - 677 - 676 - 675 - 674 - 673 - 672 - 671
- 670 - 669 - 668 - 667 - 666 - 665 - 664 - 663 - 662 - 661
- 660 - 659 - 658 - 657 - 656 - 655 - 654 - 653 - 652 - 651
- 650 - 649 - 648 - 647 - 646 - 645 - 644 - 643 - 642 - 641
- 640 - 639 - 638 - 637 - 636 - 635 - 634 - 633 - 632 - 631
- 630 - 629 - 628 - 627 - 626 - 625 - 624 - 623 - 622 - 621
- 620 - 619 - 618 - 617 - 616 - 615 - 614 - 613 - 612 - 611
- 610 - 609 - 608 - 607 - 606 - 605 - 604 - 603 - 602 - 601
Read more about this topic: List Of Years
Famous quotes by seventh century:
“With its frame of shaking curls all in disarray,
earrings swinging,
make-up smudged by beads of sweat,
eyes languid at the end of lovemaking,
may the face of the slim girl
whos riding on top of you
protect you long.
Whats the use
of Vi.s».n»u, iva, Skanda,
and all those other gods?”
—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.)
“Expecting me to grovel,
she carefully covers both feet
with the hem of her skirt.
She pretends to hide
a coming smile
and wont look straight at me.
When I talk to her,
she chats with her friend
in cross tones.
Even this slim girls rising anger
delights me,
let alone her deep love.”
—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.)