Your Wide Eyes Are The Only Light

You Are Like Night, Calmed, Constellated. Your Silence Is Star-like, As Distant, As True.

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

I Love All The Things There Are, And Of All Fires Love Is The Only Inexhaustible One; And That's Why I Go From Life To Life.

And I Watch My Words From A Long Way Off. They Are More Yours Than Mine. They Climb On My Old Suffering Like Ivy. It Climbs The Same Way On Damp Walls. You Are To Blame For This Cruel Sport. They Are Fleeing From My Dark Lair. You Fill Everything, You Fill Everything. Before You They Peopled The Solitude That You Occupy, And They Are More Used To My Sadness Than You Are. Now I Want Them To Say What I Want To Say To You To Make You Hear As I Want You To Hear Me.

Conspirators In Pajamas Who Exchange Deep Kisses For Passwords.