I will take what I can and then no more,
As I must rest from plenty for a night.
Give me the apple, I will save the core,
Great is desire, slim, the appetite.
A cornucopia lies on the tray,
But just a sample staves hunger and thirst,
So much the sweeter later in the day,
When I digest what had been offered first.
With eyelids, closed and shuttered, by a nail, The sense of sight, when other senses fail, Is now covered with ash, so freshly laid, The...
I am weak. No one can help me fight this. I feel, I feel too much, most of the time, And she is like me. I cannot dismiss Her tall...
The ancients breathed inside me, I recall That child, who heard them whisper quietly, Standing like giants when I was so small, Those...
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