I Want To Be Braver And More

The End Of Life Has Its Own Nature, Also Worth Our Attention.

Wild Sings The Bird Of The Heart In The Forests Of Our Lives.

I Tell You This To Break Your Heart, By Which I Mean Only That It Break Open And Never Close Again To The Rest Of The World.

The Language Of The Poem Is The Language Of Particulars.

Tell Me About Despair, Yours, And I Will Tell You Mine