Thursday, 5 April 2012


Do not go, ‘Gentle,’ dearest,
for your brother does not
like it, does not know of
Gentle’s turn, and so your softest
touch sets no example to be learned.

Do not call for Gentle, our
beloved child (although you are
right: this moment should be
handled gently), for it stays him
naught and vexes you inversely.

Do not forsake Gentle in your
own self-life, our darling of the
cool south wind.  Ungentle has
no measure by which we might
make manifest our devotion.

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