Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.

She too wants me to catch hold of her, he thought. That’s why she came with me to the tram. I could easily catch hold of her when she comes up to my step: nobody is looking. I could hold her and kiss her.But he did neither: and, when he was sitting alone in the deserted tram, he tore his ticket into shreds and stared gloomily at the corrugated footboard.

A dark horse riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winning post, his mane moonflowing, his eyeballs stars.

If you can put your five fingers throught it, it is a gate, if not a door.

For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints.

Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places.