Pesem raste iz ponovitve, skoraj iz diha: iz kratkih verzov, ki se sprva odpirajo navzgor, proti možnosti, nato pa se vse bolj zapirajo vase. Njen ritem je vztrajen in natančen; prav zato je zdrs od hrepenenja k izgubi sebe toliko bolj boleč.
The poem grows through repetition, almost through breath: from short lines that at first open upward, toward possibility, and then gradually fold inward. Its rhythm is persistent and precise; this is precisely what makes the descent from longing into the loss of self so painful.








