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My first love gave me singing my second eyes to see but oh it was my third love who gave my soul to me

How many times we must have met here on the street as strangers do. Children of chance we were, who passed the door of heaven and never knew

oh there are eye that he can see and hands to make his hands rejoice but to my lover I must be only a voice. Oh there are breasts to bear his head and lips whereon his lips can lie but I must be till I am dead only a cry

I said I have shut my heart as one shuts an open door that love may starve therein and trouble me no more

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy

I came at last to the ocean and found it wild and black and I cried to the windless valleys "Be kind and take me back"

what do I owe to you who loved me deep and long? You never gave my spirit wings or game my heart a song

Oh I have sown my love so wide That he will find it everywhere It will awake him him in the night, It will enfold him in the air. I set my shadow in his sight And I have winged it with desire That it may be a cloud by day And in the night a shaft of fire

وأنا لا أعلم من أمره شيئا

Half love is a poor thing, Neither love nor free

Fields beneath a quilt of snow From which the rocks and stubble peep, And in the west a shy white star That shivers as it wakes from sleep

you thought to see me cry, but oh, My tears were hidden in my heart

we who had all of love to say And a single second to say it in

I love, I'm loved, he is mine, Now at last I can die

The somber street received us from the glee, And once more on your shoulders fell the snow

Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door

o, beauty are you not enough? why am I crying after love

The greenish sky glows up in misty reds, The purple shadows turn to brick and stone, The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds, And hear the milk cart jangle by alone

your words like winged seeds took root and grew, And all the world caught music from your mouth

My peace is hidden in his breast Where I shall never be. Loves come tonight to all the rest But not to me

I loved too much to live

Last night the fever gave a dream to me, I takes my life and gives me only a dream

Oh, lift me up and i shall reach the sun

Is everyone so lonely when he dies?

I shall live on to conquer Greece again

Yet life is more than death

Joy holds more grace than pain can ever give And by my glimpse of joy my soul shall live

had to return it to library

opened a trapdoor in the world through which Vincent had dropped

the river Seine was a silver blue blade bisecting the city