While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And

So The Freshness Lives On In A Lemon, In The Sweet-smelling House Of The Rind, The Proportions, Arcane And Acerb.

Take Bread Away From Me, If You Wish, Take Air Away, But Do Not Take From Me Your Laughter.

The Tomato Offers Its Gift Of Fiery Color And Cool Completeness.

Every Day You Play With The Light Of The Universe.

It Is Not So Much Light That Falls Over The World Extended By Your Body Its Suffocating Snow, As Brightness, Pouring Itself Out Of You, As If You Were Burning Inside. Under Your Skin The Moon Is Alive.