List of Years - Seventh Century

Seventh Century

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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
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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,
    that’s as much as I know now.
    When he touched my body,
    I couldn’t 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,
    I’m not interested.
    My lover
    is dear to my heart,
    so how could I be like that
    on purpose?
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    She’s in the house.
    She’s at turn after turn.
    She’s behind me.
    She’s in front of me.
    She’s in my bed.
    She’s on path after path,
    and I’m 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 won’t let him stay
    in their place anymore.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)