I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.