Without Doubt I Praise The

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

Love Is So Short, Forgetting Is So Long.

What Can I Say Without Touching The Earth With My Hands?

If You Should Ask Me Where I've Been All This Time I Have To Say "things Happen." I Have To Dwell On Stones Darkening The Earth, On The River Ruined In Its Own Duration: I Know Nothing Save Things The Birds Have Lost, The Sea I Left Behind, Or My Sister Crying. Why This Abundance Of Places? Why Does Day Lock With Day? Why The Dark Night Swilling Round In Our Mouths? And Why The Dead?

Love Is A Clash Of Lightnings