To the MuseWhy to thank me thou dear spirit Since thou art the source of my poor verse? Gratitude belongs not to the Muse but the poet. Poet is a beggar, Muse is the purse.To the Muse
İlham Perisine
Ey sevgili peri niçin bana teşekkür edersin? Acınası mısralarımın tek esin kaynağı sensin. Şükran duyacak olan ilham perisi değil şairdir. Peri bir cüzdan ise şair bir dilencidir.
Song of Her DogShe is on twee vacation with her sweetheart. I, behind, in her house stay, befriend her dog. Wish I was not piercing myself with most bitter dart, But be with her in glee in the stead of the hog.Song of Her Dog
If the dog, the best friend of men be, I appoint that blessed thing my confidant. Let it sleep on my lap, lick the face of me As it licked her face also, and on her lap stand.
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XXX, Eveline
... just enjoying the art of silence...
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I'm worst at what i do best
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Live fat, die young
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Live fat, die young
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I'm worst at what i do best
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Live fat, die young
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I'm worst at what i do best
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