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“it’s no use.” 

“you may blame aphrodite, soft as she is, she has almost killed me with love.”

“what shall we do now?”

“young ( name ) is dying!”

“people do gossip.”

“when i saw eros on his way down from heaven, he wore a soldier’s cloak dyed purple.”

“sleep, darling.”

“i wouldn’t take all croesus’ kingdom with love thrown in, for her.”

“she who wears flowers attracts the happy graces: they turn back from a bare head.”

“the evening star is the most beautiful of all stars.”

“it is time now for you who are so pretty and charming to share in games that the pink - ankled graces play.”

“o never!”

“i shall be a virgin always.”

“o graces, o rosy - armed perfection: god’s daughters.”

“aphrodite has surely outdone herself in doing honour to you.”

“she is a bride who is charming to look at, with eyes as soft as honey, and a face that love has lighted with his own beauty.”

“we drink your health.”

“come now to your bedroom to your bed and play there sweetly, gently.”

“where will you go when i lose you?”

“i’m off to a place i shall never come back from.”

“i shall never come back to you. never!”

“why am i crying?”

do not go gentle into that good night.

death shall have no dominion. 

though lovers be lost,  love shall not.

an open book confronts me,  to close to read in comfort.

i do not know my age.

is this how this country is going to answer you and your immodest demands for a different world?

even in my dreams,  you have denied yourself to me.

let us pity those who are better off than we are.   come,  my friend,  and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends.

unkillable infants of the very poor,  they shall inherit the earth.

your boredom is exquisite and excessive.

don’t you fall now.

i swear to the lord,  i still can’t see why democracy means everybody but me.

life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

don’t go far off,  not even for a day.

everything carries me to you,  as if everything that exists,  aromas,  light, metals,  were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

i loved her,  and sometimes she loved me too.

love is so short,  forgetting is so long.

my love feeds on your love,  beloved,  and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

will you come back?   will you leave me here dying?

i awoke at last free.

in scary night i wandered,  praying,  lord god my harshener,  speak to me now or let me die;  speak,  lord,  to this mourner.

if you’re a bird be an early bird,  but if you’re a worm sleep late.

if you are a dreamer,  come in.

i never have nightmares.

underneath my outside face,  there’s a face that none can see.

every woman adores a fascist.

i do it so it feels like hell.

i have always been scared of you.

o my enemy,  do i terrify?

you bastard,  i’m through.