O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pou….

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth..

. . . be absolute moderne..

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.

He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders,….

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.