I am that which unloves me and loves; I am stricken, and I am the blow.
Today will die tomorrow.
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept Remembering thee.
Here now in his triumph where all things falter, Stretched out on the spoils that his own hand spread,As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever That dead men rise up never That even the weariest river Wi...
Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
Villon our sad bad glad mad brother's name.
But now, you are twain, you are cloven apartFlesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river...
For till the thunder and trumpet be,Soul may divide from body, but not weOne from another
Sweet for a little even to fear, and sweet, O love, to lay down fear at love’s fair feet; Shall not some fiery memory of his breath Lie sweet on lips that touch the lips of death? Yet leave me not; ye...
Before the beginning of yearsThere came to the making of manTime, with a gift of tears;Grief, with a glass that ran;Pleasure, with pain for leaven;Summer, with flowers that fell;Remembrance, fallen fr...
For the crown of our life as it closesIs darkness, the fruit there of dust;No thorns go as deep as the rose's,And love is more cruel than lust.Time turns the old days to derision,Our loves into corpse...
From too much love of livingFrom hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no life lives for ever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds so...
