My work, I'm very careful about it, and I love it.
My work, I'm very careful about it, and I love it.
The Romans are the most horrible enemies.
That blood was a part of my love.
Mighty Gods, protectors of Asia, help us.
And with their sound for a moment return
other sounds from the first poetry of our life --
like distant music that dies off in the night.
Through his flesh which is full of beauty
the heat of love passed;
without any silly shame for the form of the enjoyment.
And you have become all feeling, for me.
In the dissolute life of my youth
the desires of my poetry were being formed,
the scope of my art was being plotted.
I love the church: its labara,
its silver vessels, its candleholders,
the lights, the ikons, the pulpit.
But I am young and in excellent health.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
The years of my youth, my sensual life --
how clearly I see their meaning now.
What laws can the senators make now?
How short a time, how short a time.
And thus marvellous will be your praise.
How can Artaxerxes give you these,
where will you find these in a satrapy;
and what life can you live without these.
Maybe the light will be a new tyranny.
Now that you've wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you've destroyed it everywhere in the world.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories