She found her bridal home to be
The dark house of Persephone.
And many maidens, knowing then
That she would not come back again,
Unbound their curls; and all in tears,
They cut them off with sharpened shears.
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In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
listening from closeby to the sweetness of yourvoice as you talk, thesweetness of your laughter: yes, that–I swear it–sets the heart to shaking inside my breast, sinceonce I look at you for a moment, I can’tspeak any longer,but my tongue breaks down, and then all at once asubtle fire races inside my skin, myeyes can’t…
O Hesperus, thou bringest all good things–
To the young bird the parent’s brooding wings,The welcome stall to the o’erlabored steer;Whate’er our household gods protect of dear,Are gathered round us by thy look of rest;Thou bring’st the child too to its mother’s breast.
He is more than a hero
the man who is allowedto sit beside you — hewho listens intimatelyto the sweet murmur ofyour voice, the enticinglaughter that makes my ownheart beat fast. If I meetyou suddenly, I can’speak — my tongue is broken;a thin flame runs undermy skin; seeing nothing,hearing only my own earsdrumming, I drip with sweat;trembling shakes my bodyand I…
I
A-top on the topmost twig–which the pluckers forgot, somehow–Forget it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.IILike the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.
O false as fair
Or haply on another shineThe eyes that once looked into minePretence of love — all faithlesslyOut! nought I careFor such as can true love betray!Love on, forsworn, your little day:Ye are nought to me.
It is the Muses
to be honred: theytaught me their craft