The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.

May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided