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, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.