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The Song of Songs, by Solomon.
Oh, give me of the kisses of your mouth,
For your love is more delightful than wine.
Your ointments yield a sweet fragrance,
Your name is like finest oil…
A new world being made—one hears
In childhood that it has begun;
Then comes the passage of the years—
Is it not yet fully done?
The new world being made—always,
From childhood on—and on the day
The…
Note 18 about ArtArt today is the only thing constructed, an end in itself, about which no more need be said, such richness vitality meaning wisdom: to understand to see.To describe a flower—poetry…
Deep in the woods stands my tent,
No one will discover me,
Late at night and at first dawn,
I hear the revel of the spring
From the deep roots underneath,
To the moss-covered trunks,
From…
Verse 1Sadie Cohen left her happy homeTo become an actress lady,On the stage she soon became the rage,As the only real Salomy baby.When she came to town, her sweetheart MoseBrought for her around a…
Let no one cross my threshold,
Nor disturb my silence;
I no longer wish to hear
The noise of people and speech
From them I crawled away
In tears, into my corner,
To listen at last in quiet
To the…