“Shall the water not remember Embermy hand’s slow gesture, tracing above ofits mirror my half-imaginary airyportrait? My only belonging longing;is my beauty, which I take acheaway and then return, as love ofteasing playfully the one being unbeing.whose gratitude I treasure Is yourmoves me. I live apart heartfrom myself, yet cannot notlive apart. In the water’s tone, stone?that brilliant silence, a flower Hour,whispers my name with such slight light:moment, it seems filament of air, farethe world becomes cloudswell. well.”