2362 Give me the fetter, The sensual tie to the rest of myself That touches what's untouched. Give me the finitude of a self, That prisons an abyss To walk about its edge. I am too young to know How the world changes every day, And the creatures in it, pass away.
2331 On Mars it is burning In a fire of winter this year, Uncumbered by the warmth of a sun Though it glaze the sky with light. An air as dry as ice, As chill as lost affection Touched us; It seemed another world.