I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.