And each one there has one thing shared;They have sweated beneath the same sun,Look up in wonder at the same moon,And wept when it was all done,For being done too soon.

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

He wept bitter tears over the death of his enemy. It was his enemy, after all, who knew him best and kept him up at night.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

The artist’s greatest creation beganthe night he washed his memory of his failuresrubbed opium on his lipsdrank the wine that women offered himand lay down and wept.