You Will Not See That Desire Begets

Alas, Day, You Brought Light, You Trailed Splendour You Showed Us God: I Salute You, Most Precious One, But I Go To A New Place, Another Life.

I Could Not Accept From Wisdom What Love Taught, Woman Is Perfect.

Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor Hate For A Cry, But God With A Song

Dance Until The Earth Dance.

Love, Why Have You Sought The Horde Of Spearsmen, Why The Tent Achilles Pitched Beside The River-ford?