His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Love loves to love love

Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice of that Egyptian highpriest. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak their will.

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love;Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough.Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and howIn the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.

Bite my laughters, drink my tears. Pore into me, volumes, spell me stark and spill me swooning, I just don’t care what my thwarters think.

My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

Mândrie, nădejde, dorință, ca niște ierburi strivite în inima lui, înălțau aburii unei tămâi înnebunitoare către ochii minții. Alerga la vale în iureșul aburilor de mândrie rănită, nădejde pierdută și dorință contrariată, fără de veste stârniți. Țâșneau înalțându-se în fumuri dense și înnebunitoare dinaintea ochilor săi chinuiți și se risipiră deasupră-i , până când, în sfârșit, aerul fu iarăși limpede și rece.