There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

And I Watch My Words From A Long Way Off. They Are More Yours Than Mine. They Climb On My Old Suffering Like Ivy.

The Birds Of Night Peck At The First Stars That Flash Like My Soul When I Love You.

Look Around—there's Only One Thing Of Danger For You Here—poetry.

What Did The Tree Learn From The Earth To Be Able To Talk With The Sky?

I Love You As One Loves Certain Dark Things.