"guided by a silken cord"
a hand holds the darkest light
quiet strings bear the mass of bones
"Will you smile at the enthusiasm I express concerning this divine wanderer?"
he loved the measure of their music, the cadence of their breath
"Thus spoke my prophetic soul... "
impatient thirst
"my sight was dimmed by the burning drops"
bride of prometheus
dear Elizabeth
My dear Mary
a thousand scents
My beloved sister,
"From the tortures of my own heart, I turned to contemplate the deep and voiceless grief..."
secrets and chambers
between the corridors of life and lifeless matters
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