(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus. Votes: 3
Dance until the earth dance. Votes: 3
The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason. Votes: 2
O happy, happy each man whom predestined fate leads to the holy rite of hill and mountain worship. Votes: 2
I smiled, I waited, I was circumspect; O never, never, never write that I missed life or loving. Votes: 0
I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper. Votes: 0
The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know. Votes: 0
The whole white world is ours. Votes: 0
There is no man can take, there is no pool can slake, ultimately I am alone; ultimately I am done. Votes: 0
Writing. Love is writing. Votes: 0
You are wind in a stark tree, you are the stark tree unbent, you are a strung bow, you are an arrow. Votes: 0
You will not see that desire begets love, until it all flames into one concise and metallic blaze. Votes: 0
I will be free, Votes: 0
The heart Votes: 0
Take what the old-church Votes: 0
No one knows the colour of a flower Votes: 0