List of Years - Seventh Century

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
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Famous quotes by seventh century:

    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.)

    Expecting me to grovel,
    she carefully covers both feet
    with the hem of her skirt.
    She pretends to hide
    a coming smile
    and won’t look straight at me.
    When I talk to her,
    she chats with her friend
    in cross tones.
    Even this slim girl’s rising anger
    delights me,
    let alone her deep love.
    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.)

    I don’t know.
    When my lover
    comes to me
    and says such loving things,
    do all my parts
    become eyes
    or ears?
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    Then, anger
    was a crease in the brow
    and silence
    a catastrophe.
    Then, making up
    was a mutual smile
    and a glance
    a gift.
    Now, just look at this mess
    that you’ve made of that love.
    You grovel at my feet
    and I berate you
    and can’t let my anger go.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)