I stumbled out of the bushes

to see a deer drink from a pool.

I climbed into the hills above

Berkeley, one step at a time.

I went to Prince Edward Island

where Anne of Green Gables’ face

is on the license plate. A hawk

or a condor flew over our house.

I bought a carton of smokes

at the duty free shop in Anchorage.

Took a seconal in Frankfurt

and woke up in New York.

I bothered my friends with my troubles;

I was never (not) alone. I postponed

pleasure until it was almost gone.

I stared out over the North Sea,

waiting for rain. I wandered

through the red light district in Amsterdam

in the middle of night. I rode on

the back of a motorcycle over a mountain

on Christmas Eve.

I floated on my back in the ocean

at Maui. Stared out the window of

my hotel room over the rooftops of

Florence. Took LSD in Paris and sat

on a bench in the Luxembourg Gardens.

Rented a hotel room in Liverpool

but couldn’t sleep.

I missed my flight from Madrid to Lisbon.

Found an apartment on the Panhandle

and drank tea in Golden Gate Park.

I was caught stealing at Safeway—I could never

return. A Chinese acupuncturist came to

my house when I threw out my back

and couldn’t move. I woke up in an apartment

on 5th Street and listened to the roosters

crow on someone’s roof. I visited her

in her house overlooking the ocean and she

let me in. I put out my hand to touch you,

but the bed was empty.

I wheeled a stroller down an icy New

England street. Waited under a canopy

in the rain, but she never came. I stood

in front of a classroom with paint stains

on my shoes. Called the suicide hotline,

but no one answered.

I dropped everything I was doing

and ran into the street. Drove

a car with faulty transmission until

a fire started under the hood. I ate

Indian food on a balcony in Capetown.

I sang karaoke in a bar in Tibet.

Something I meant to say comes back

to haunt me in my sleep. I turn

the key in the lock and call your

name. Her face appears, out of nowhere,

making a shadow on the page. There’s

only one stone and it weighs a ton.

I have made grief a gorgeous, queenly thing,
And worn my melancholy with an air.
My tears were big as stars to deck my hair,
My silence stunning as a sapphire ring.
Oh, more than any light the dark could fling
A glamour over me to make me rare,
Better than any color I could wear
The pearly grandeur that the shadows bring.
What is there left to joy for such as I?
What throne can dawn upraise for me who found
The dusk so royal and so rich a one?
Laughter will whirl and whistle on the sky—
Far from this riot I shall stand uncrowned,
Disrobed, bereft, an outcast in the sun.

I have made grief a gorgeous, queenly thing,
And worn my melancholy with an air.
My tears were big as stars to deck my hair,
My silence stunning as a sapphire ring.
Oh, more than any light the dark could fling
A glamour over me to make me rare,
Better than any color I could wear
The pearly grandeur that the shadows bring.
What is there left to joy for such as I?
What throne can dawn upraise for me who found
The dusk so royal and so rich a one?
Laughter will whirl and whistle on the sky—
Far from this riot I shall stand uncrowned,
Disrobed, bereft, an outcast in the sun.

I shall never have any fear of love, 
Not of its depth nor its uttermost height,
Its exquisite pain and its terrible delight.
I shall never have any fear of love.

I shall never hesitate to go down
Into the fastness of its abyss
Nor shrink from the cruelty of its awful kiss.
I shall never have any fear of love.

Never shall I dread love’s strength
Nor any pain it might give.
Through all the years I may live
I shall never have any fear of love.

I shall never draw back from love
Through fear of its vast pain
But build joy of it and count it again.
I shall never have any fear of love.

I shall never tremble nor flinch
From love’s moulding touch:
I have loved too terribly and too much
Ever to have any fear of love.