Dedication

Close enough to hear you thinking

And want to dream within your dreams

To touch your hair so softly sleeping

Weaving whispered worlds on loving themes

I would not shift within the pattern

So close to the mist of your sigh

Soon to break with waking

Arise to dress and die

Quick in thought the sun will shade us

Casting your shadow on my mind --

Life's lies laid bare by our fury's Truth:

My soul is yours and yours is mine.

-- Oberlin, 1968

DEDICATION

n su now depkeu, mhd¢ ommasin hso teqhpwV×
htiV kai qnhtoisi nomizetai eufutoV arqroiV,
th te fila froneousi kai arqmia erga telousi,
Gnqosunhn kaleonteV epwnumou hd¢ Afrodith;
thn ou tiV meta toisin elissomenhn dedahke
qnhtoV anhr× su d¢ akoue logou stolon ouk apathlon.
tauta gar isa te panta kai hlika gennan easi,
timhV d¢ allhV allo medei, para d¢ hqoV ekastw,
en de merei krateousi periplomenoio cronoio.
kai ploV toiV out¢ ar ti epigignetai oud¢ apolhgei×
eite gar efqeironto diampereV, ouket¢ an hsan×
touto d¢ epauxhseie to pan ti ke; kai poqen elqon;
ph de ke khxapoloito, epei tvnd¢ ouden erhmon;
all¢ aut¢ estin tauta, di¢ allhlwn de qeonta
gignetai allote alla kai hnekeV aien omoia.

English

Evidently,

Empedocles is right:

Our Beloved Aphrodite

is in all women. . .

Look!

Do you see Her here?

And here?

In Body and Soul,

Know Her Grace!