I know the bottom, she says.
Love is a shadow.
All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing. This is rain now, this big hush. I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires. Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.