I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul
I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut...
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Вороття блудного
Зменшилось поле, і ліс підступився далекий,ніби хтось вибрав з повітря блакить,мерхне в сокири крило, як в лелеки, —спурхує вгору вона, але не летить
No one’s fated or doomed to love anyone
The accidents happen, we’re not heroines,they happen in our lives like car crashes,books that change us, neighborhoodswe move into and come to love
Tristan und Isolde is scarcely the story,women at...
By our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue,
By our long starving hopes, by that
Which my words masculine persuasive
Why should I sing in verse, why should I frame These sad neglected notes for her dear sake
Why should I offer up onto her name The sweetest sacrifice my youth can make
Why should I strive to make her live for ever,
That never deigns...