Sol 5.6

  1. I wearied of life when I saw

    the turns of Time burdening me

  2. with an arduous ascent—and climbing toward

    it leaves me helpless and disquieted.

  3. And Death’s daughter, with pains

    and aches, comes knocking in the night:

  4. she keeps me awake, she burns me;

    she makes me sweat, she drowns me.

Sol 5.6