Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl,
violets of amethyst. As he himself judged,
as he wanted them, they look beautiful to him; not as he saw
or studied them in nature. He will leave them in the safe,
a sample of his daring and skillful craft.
When a buyer enters the shop
he takes from the cases other wares and sells — superb jewels —
bracelets, chains, necklaces, and rings.
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One candle is enough. Its gentle light
when the Shades come, the Shades of Love.One candle is enough. Tonight the roomshould not have too much light. In deep reverie,all receptiveness, and with the gentle light-in this deep reverie I’ll form visionsto call up the Shades, the Shades of Love.
Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl,
violets of amethyst. As he himself judged,
as he wanted them, they look beautiful to him; not as he saw
or studied them in nature. He will leave them in the safe,
a sample of his daring and skillful craft.
When a buyer enters the shop
he takes from the cases other wares and sells — superb jewels —
bracelets, chains, necklaces, and rings.
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He who hopes to grow in spirit
He’ll hold to some lawsbut he’ll mostly violateboth law and custom, and go beyondthe established, inadequate norm.Sensual pleasures will have much to teach him.He won’t be afraid of the destructive act:half the house will have to come down.This way he’ll grow virtuously into wisdom.
Kleitos, a likeable young man,
with a first-class education, a rare knowledge of Greekis seriously ill. He caught the feverthat reaped a harvest this year in Alexandria.The fever found him already worn out morallyby the pain of knowing that his friend, a young actor,had stopped loving and wanting him.He’s seriously ill, and his parents are terribly worried.An old servant who…
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit
and you’ll see palaces and monuments that will amaze you.Whatever war-damage it’s suffered,however much smaller it’s become,it’s still a wonderful city.And then, what with excursions and booksand various kinds of study, time does go by.In the evenings we meet on the sea front,the five of us (all, naturally, under fictitious names)and some of the few…
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