Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.