We walk by the sea-shore holding firmly in our hands the two ends of an antique dialogue —do you love me
—I love you with furrowed eyebrows I summarize all wisdom of the two testaments astrologers prophets philosophers of the gardens and cloi...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream
But all the Tartar camp along the stream Was hush'd, and still the men were plunged in sleep; Sohrab alone, he slept not; all night long He had lain wakefu...
A blonde girl is bent over a poem
With a pencil sharp as a lancet she transfers the words to a blank page and changes them into strokes, accents, caesuras
The lament of a fallen poet now looks like a salamander eaten away by ants
Wh...