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.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
You may forget but
let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
will think of us
What cannot be said will be wept.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.
From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
I know not what to do, my mind is divided
Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry,
A fleet of ships is the fairest thing
On the face of the black earth, but I say
It's what one loves.
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
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