non peccat, quaecumque potest peccasse negare,

solaque famosam culpa professa facit.



Amores, III, xiv

I love my work and my children. God



Is distant, difficult. Things happen.



Too near the ancient troughs of blood



Innocence is no earthly weapon.







I have learned one thing: not to look down



So much upon the damned. They, in their sphere,



Harmonize strangely with the divine



Love. I, in mine, celebrate the love-choir.





