Listen to presences inside poems.
The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.
I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.
There is a field beyond all notions of right and wrong. Come, meet me there.
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?