In Love, You Have Loosened Yourself Like

I Love All Things, Not Only The Grand But The Infinitely Small: Thimble, Spurs, Plates, Flower Vases.

Love, How Many Roads To Obtain A Kiss.

Give Me Silence, Water, Hope Give Me Struggle, Iron, Volcanoes.

Like Them You Are Tall And Taciturn, And You Are Sad, All At Once, Like A Voyage.

I Built Up These Lumber Piles Of Love, And With Fourteen Boards Each I Built Little Houses, So That Your Eyes, Which I Adore And Sing To, Might Live In Them. Now That I Have Declared The Foundations Of My Love, I Surrender This Century To You: Wooden Sonnets That Rise Only Because You Gave Them Life.