In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
    Lost discoverer, in you everything sinks.

    You girdled sorrow, you cling to desire,
    sadness stuns you, in you everything sinks.

    I make the wall of shadow draw back,
    beyond desire and act, I walk on.

    Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I love and lose,
    I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.

    Like a jar you house infinite tenderness,
    and the infinite oblivion shatters you like a jar.

    There is the black solitude of Aegean islands,
    and there, woman of love, your antipodean arms take me in.

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...