«Commandments did not uphold, nor received the Eucharist, / Looks like, until over me they sing the requiem, / I’m gonna sin — as I’m sinning — as I’ve sinned — with an outburst / Of passion! With all God given senses — all five of them! Friends! Accomplices! You, whose incite...»
«This gypsy-like passion for parting: / Just met — and we break apart. / My head in my palms resting — / I think looking into the night: No one digging through our letters / Would get the entire truth, / How treacherous are we, that is — / How faithful we are to ourselves.»
«From where is this tenderness coming? / These curls are not the first that I have / So slowly stroked, and some lips I have / Known were darker than yours. The stars rose, and then went out. / (From where is this tenderness coming?) / The eyes rose, and then went out / So close to my ow...»
«In a window, light, / No one's asleep. / Drinking wine tonight? / Or not drinking it? / Or two lovers can't, / Let each other go... / Every house, friends, / Has this kind of window. Trysts and partings scream — / Window in the dark! / Maybe — a hundred beams, / May...»