Now of all voyagers I remember, who among them Did not board ship with grief among their maps?

That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die.

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story it will be common, though it be singular it will be known to you so that by the end you will think—no, you will realize—that it was all the while yourself arranging the words, that it was all the time words that you yourself, out of your heart had been saying.

We shake with joy, we shake with grief. What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same body.