في أزمنة الظلام، تبدأ العينُ بالرؤية

“Love is not love until love´s vulnerable.”

“In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade…”

“Where has he gone, my meadow mouse,My thumb of a child that nuzzled in my palm?…”

“By daily dying, I have come to be.”