“Long you must suffer, knowing now what,
until suddenly out of spitefully chewed fruit
your suffering’s taste comes forth in you.
Then you will love almost instantly what’s tasted. No one
will ever talk you out of it”
“The way first morning waits for sunrise I wait for you, pale with accomplished night; like a packed theater, I coalesce into one great face so that nothing of your high central entrance will escape me.”