When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?
Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
May is much sunshine through small leaves.