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I’ll stretch my legs a little:You’re there outside the door.Autumn, not winter coat,Hat-none, galoshes-none.You struggle with excitementOut there all on your own.Far, far into the darknessFences and trees withdraw.You stand there on the corner,Under the falling snow.The water trickles down fromThe kerchief that you wearInto your sleeves, while dewdropsShine sparkling in your hair.And now illumined…
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things half-glimpsed,faces or lines, certain indistinct memoriesof unfulfilled love affairs.Let me submit to Art:Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty,almost imperceptibly completing life,blending impressions, blending day with day.
as a tall and perfectly handsome youth,with the joy of immortality in his eyes,with his scented black hair,the passers-by would stare at himand one would ask the other if he knew him,and if he were a Greek of Syria, or a stranger. But some,who watched with greater attention,would understand and stand aside;and as he vanished…
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 sawor studied them in nature. He will leave them in the safe,a sample of his daring and skillful craft.When a buyer enters the shophe takes from the cases other wares and sells…
last night I picked up a volumeof Ptolemaic inscriptions and began reading.Those endless poems of praise and flatteryall sound the same. All the men are brilliant,great and good, mighty benefactors;most wise in all their undertakings.The same for the women of the dynasty, all the Berenicesand Cleopatras, wonderful, each and every one.When I managed to find…
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But he only read for ten minutes,and gave them up. He is dozingon the sofa. He is fully devoted to booksbut he is twenty-three years old, and he’s very handsome;and this afternoon love passedthrough his ideal flesh, his lips.Through his flesh which is full of beautythe heat of love passed;without any silly shame for the…
last night I picked up a volumeof Ptolemaic inscriptions and began reading.Those endless poems of praise and flatteryall sound the same. All the men are brilliant,great and good, mighty benefactors;most wise in all their undertakings.The same for the women of the dynasty, all the Berenicesand Cleopatras, wonderful, each and every one.When I managed to find…
ending the humiliation that had kept his country downever since the battle of Magnesia-seen himself making Syria a powerful state again,with her armies, her fleets,her big fortresses, her wealth.He’d suffered in Rome, become bitterwhen he sensed in the talk of friends,young men of the great families,that in spite of all their delicacy, their politenesstoward him,…
