Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.