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Do not mock me for singing songs of lust now that I have grown old. Does not the ember glow beneath the ashes? So is my heart awake within me even when I sleep. It is on fire for love of my partner; I…
Contributor:
Mordechai Dato
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Date:
16th Century
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Your eyebrow, dear, is like a charm
that draws to you life’s greatest joys.
Rounded like a bow, that brow,
or like a moon in half eclipse.
Your eye, beside it, is a pool,
all sparkle, like a…
Contributor:
Joseph Tsarfati
Places:
Rome, Papal States (Rome, Italy)
Date:
Early 16th Century