Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands.

Like Them You Are Tall And Taciturn, And You Are Sad, All At Once, Like A Voyage.

Perhaps The Earth Can Teach Us As When Everything Seems Dead And Later Proves To Be Alive

Let Us Forget With Generosity Those Who Cannot Love Us

In The House Of Poetry Nothing Endures That Is Not Written With Blood To Be Heard With Blood.

So The Freshness Lives On In A Lemon, In The Sweet-smelling House Of The Rind, The Proportions, Arcane And Acerb.