Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.

What happened casually remains -

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot, my each feather: now I hold Creation in my foot.

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

And as if reporting some felony to the police they let you know you were not John Donne.

You could become internationally famous - you're Gemini, and according to antique authority have a literary talent, which of course your letters prove.