Overture
Evening, you bring back everything the bright dawn scattered:
bring back the ewe, bring back the kid, bring back the child back to its mother.
Sappho
Movement
While you're out, lovers should be
forbidden of public amorous display,
pigeons of coo roo-c’too-coo denied,
rain prevented from falling too softly,
warm wind cooled away.
Counter-movement
By a stroke of luck no one will obey
my dictate and the world will proceed
whether I'm in love, or whether it rains,
whether some whisper Amen, or pray,
so I sigh about a Helen a day.
