Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?

...sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas night is given(night and death and the rain are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

You and I are more than you and I because it's we.

And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms