And as long as you are in any way ashamed before yourself, you do not yet belong with us.
The Gay Science: with a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of SongsDeeds need time, even after they are done, in order to be seen or heard.
The Gay Science: with a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of SongsI drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.
Handle with CareWe sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.
The Birds That Never FlewHeaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.
Busman's Honeymoon