He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars