Sunset In The Ethereal Waves: I Cannot

Today I Have So Much To Do: I Must Kill Memory Once And For All, I Must Turn My Soul To Stone, I Must Learn To Live Again. Unless ... Summer's Ardent Rustling Is Like A Festival Outside My Window.

I Have Long Had This Premonition Of A Bright Day And A Deserted House

I Seem To Myself, As In A Dream, Am Accidental Guest In This Dreadful Body.

Sweet To Me Was Not The Voice Of Man, But The Wind's Voice Was Understood By Me. The Burdocks And The Nettles Fed My Soul, But I Loved The Silver Willow Best Of All.

We Are All Carousers And Loose Women Here; How Unhappy We Are Together!