What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.