True love is BLIND
I SEND YOU
sweet perfume,
BUT THE COMPLIMENT
IS TO THE
perfume,
NOT TO YOU.
FOR YOU
ARE ABLE TO
perfume
EVEN THE
perfume
(UNKNOWN GREEK POET)
Don't ask what will happen tomorrow
Whatever the sum of days given to you,
Think of it as treasure,
And when you are young,
Never say no to dancing and sweet desire
(HORACE)
NIGHT BANISHES SHAME,
WINE AND LOVE
TAKE CARE OF fear.
(OVID)
********And I'm just WILD about you.*********
SOON
my flesh
AGAINST
your flesh
GREW RIPE,
OUR FACES
flushed
WITH HEAT,
AND OUR
sweer
whisperings
ROSE
AND THEN
fell away.
(THEOKRITOS)
It is a joy to walk
Where meadows are in bloom,
Where gentle Zephyros exhales his sweet breath,
To look on the vines of Backchos,
And then to enter under the blanket of their leaves,
In your arms a silky girl,
Every inch of her redolent
Of the essences of Kypris.
(THE ANAKREONTEA)
sweet perfume,
BUT THE COMPLIMENT
IS TO THE
perfume,
NOT TO YOU.
FOR YOU
ARE ABLE TO
perfume
EVEN THE
perfume
(UNKNOWN GREEK POET)
Don't ask what will happen tomorrow
Whatever the sum of days given to you,
Think of it as treasure,
And when you are young,
Never say no to dancing and sweet desire
(HORACE)
NIGHT BANISHES SHAME,
WINE AND LOVE
TAKE CARE OF fear.
(OVID)
********And I'm just WILD about you.*********
SOON
my flesh
AGAINST
your flesh
GREW RIPE,
OUR FACES
flushed
WITH HEAT,
AND OUR
sweer
whisperings
ROSE
AND THEN
fell away.
(THEOKRITOS)
It is a joy to walk
Where meadows are in bloom,
Where gentle Zephyros exhales his sweet breath,
To look on the vines of Backchos,
And then to enter under the blanket of their leaves,
In your arms a silky girl,
Every inch of her redolent
Of the essences of Kypris.
(THE ANAKREONTEA)
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