The beauty of a woman is only skin-deep. If men could only…

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,  From joy the holy branches start…

  Erato (Greek: Ἐρατώ), “desired” or “lovely”, is the Muse of lyric…

This true without lying, certain most true. That which is below is…

  There lived a remarkably grizzled man on the uttermost, barren isle….

 I hine hårde dager – da ved øldrikk og svir hallingdølens knivblad – satt…

As the dancer whirls, she chants in a strange, slow voice, quickening…

My strength is failing fast (Said the sea-king to his men) I shall…

In late winter I sometimes glimpse bits of steam coming up from…

Who Are you Who is born In the next room So loud…