NOW, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,
We must separate awhile—Here! take from my lips this kiss.
Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;
So long!—And I hope we shall meet again.
by Joseph FasanoFirst the breathless flight
from the village, the whip's
small script on your tongue. Then stench,
then rest, then silence. You'd not thought
such ...