Sol 5.6

  1. ..

    Come—let us write ourselves into a line of poetry,

    with no meter, measure, or rhyme.

  2. ..

    ..

    Come—let us defy the conventions of love

    and break its worn-out habits.

  3. I will be your longed-for field,

    and you will become my water and waterwheel.

  4. I have grown weary of love, my friend,

    and of the sickness of our fleeting longings.

  5. ..

    Come, let us be anything at all except

    two lovers—and thus enjoy good health.

Sol 5.6