Everything Is Ceremony In The Wild Garden

Love Is Short, But Forgetting Is Long.

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

I Hunger For Your Sleek Laugh And Your Hands The Color Of A Furious Harvest. I Want To Eat The Sunbeams Flaring In Your Beauty.

Death Arrives Among All That Sound Like A Shoe With No Foot In It, Like A Suit With No Man In It, Comes And Knocks, Using A Ring With No Stone In It, With No Finger In It, Comes And Shouts With No Mouth, With No Tongue,with No Throat. Nevertheless Its Steps Can Be Heard And Its Clothing Makes A Hushed Sound, Like A Tree.

I Want To Do For You What The Spring Does For The Cherry Trees