Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive
Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.
The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.
Under your skin the moon is alive.
You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.
I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way
You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.
And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
In the distance someone is singing.
My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.
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