I No Longer Love Her, That's Certain,

I Learned About Life From Life Itself, Love I Learned In A Single Kiss And Could Teach No One Anything Except That I Have Lived With Something In Common Among Men.

A Child Who Does Not Play Is Not A Child, But The Man Who Doesn't Play Has Lost Forever The Child Who Lived In Him And Who He Will Miss Terribly.

You Are Like Night, Calmed, Constellated. Your Silence Is Star-like, As Distant, As True.

Like A Jar You Housed The Infinite Tenderness, And The Infinite Oblivion Shattered You Like A Jar.

Am I Allowed To Ask My Book / Whether It's True I Wrote It?