There Is No Space Wider Than That

Pale Blind Diver, Luckless Slinger, Lost Discoverer, In You Everything Sank!

Look Around—there's Only One Thing Of Danger For You Here—poetry.

It's Hard To Tell / If We Close Our Eyes Or If Night / Opens In Us Other Starred Eyes, / If It Burrows Into The Wall Of Our Dream / Till Some Other Door Opens. / But The Dream Is Only The Flitting Costume Of One Moment, / Is Spent In One Beat / Of The Darkness, / And Falls At Our Feet, Cast Off / As The Day Stirs And Sails Away With Us.

She Did Not Speak For Speech Was Unknown To Her.

We Came By Night To The Fortunate Isles, And Lay Like Fish Under The Net Of Our Kisses.