The heart—at last nothingbut a muscle moving,not at all the talisman you'd imagined:how if only you could touch it—howeverything, everything mightyet be differentif you did . . .

Is thisperfection,or the cost of it?

Fear. Things invisible,and the visible effects by whichwe know them.

Human gesture. Betrayed,betrayed.

from within theirthicket of nowhere left to hide

The ancient Greeks; the Romans after. How theymade of love a wild god

As ifsometimes the world really did amount toa quiet arrangement.

And—already—you are leaving. You havecrossed the water.

How at first a sweetness;how, by turns, a gift, a darkness.