Great lovers lie in hell the poet says. Even now, long afterwards, I cannot destroy the images
Great lovers lie in hell the poet says. Even now, long afterwards, I cannot destroy the images. They remain within me like the yearnings of an addict. I need only hear certain words, see certain gestures, and my thoughts begin to tumble. I despise myself for thinking of her. Even if she were dead, I would feel the same.Her existence blackens my lifeSalter -- source link