You can cut all the flowers
but you cannot keep spring from coming.
— Pablo Neruda —
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
All night I hear
so many echoes in the forest I’m tempted
to look back, to save myself in hindsight,
where all I see is the absence of me.
Where all I hear is your voice…
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
— W.H. Auden —