Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!