Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.
Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.