To raise the veil. To see what you're saying goodbye to.
From the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.
The advantage of poetry over life is that poetry, if it is sharp enough, may last.
Like a child, the earth's going to sleep, or so the story goes. But I'm not tired, it says. And the mother says, You may not be tired but I'm tired
At first I saw you everywhere. Now only in certain things, at longer intervals.
I think I can remember being dead. Many times, in winter, I approached Zeus. Tell me, I would ask him, how can I endure the earth?