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"What is the cause, my Damon, that as we
together in love's tussle are combined with tongues and arms and feet, and all enchained like grapevines that in jasmine get entwined, nd, taking both of us the breath of life in through our lips, worn out from sips sublime, amidst such joy we find ourselves compelled to groan and sigh out loud from time to time?" "Love, my Phyllis fair, who deep inside our souls did bind, within his forge aspires our bodies to conjoin with force as great, and since it can't --like water with a sponge-- pass into the beloved soul's sweet core, the mortal veil bemoans its shabby fate." Francisco de Aldana 1532 - 1578 (© Alix Ingber, 1995) |
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