May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.
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.
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.