Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.