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Song Of The Rose
F Zeus chose us a King of the flowers in his mirth,
He would call to the rose, and would royally crown it;
For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth,
Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it!
No Word
I have had not one word from her

Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wept
With His Venom
With his venom
and bittersweet

We Know This Much
We know this much
Death is an evil;
we have the gods'
word for it; they too
Like The Gods. . .
In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
sits there facing you--any man whatever--
listening from closeby to the sweetness of your
voice as you talk, the
To One Who Loved Not Poetry
Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal
To Aphrodite
You know the place: then
Leave Crete and come to us
waiting where the grove is
pleasantest, by precincts
Of Course I Love You
Of course I love you
but if you love me,
marry a young woman!

Leto And Niobe
Before they were mothers
Leto and Niobe
had been the most
devoted of friends

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