I do not hate her, but I cannot bear
The subtle isolation of her stare,
As though she’d changed ‘I love’ into ‘I must’.
But in me there’s no sorrow or regret,
I am not by a jealousy distraught;
Love’s neither here nor there—for I have sought,
And found, and lost—and now I can forget.”
“Ah, when I told him everything, he said:
‘I love you still, but not as yesterday.
Life is a laughing art. Our passions play