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
650 - 649 - 648 - 647 - 646 - 645 - 644 - 643 - 642 - 641
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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
    who’s riding on top of you
    protect you long.
    What’s the use
    of Vi.s».n»u, iva, Skanda,
    and all those other gods?
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    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.)

    Tired,
    she looked up the path
    her lover would take
    as far as her eyes could see.
    On the roads,
    traffic ceased
    at the end of day
    as night slid over the sky.
    The traveller’s pained wife
    took a single step towards home,
    said, ‘Could he not have come at this instant?’
    and quickly craning her neck around,
    looked up the path again.
    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.)