The lyrically hopeless and beautiful
makes my life more hopeless with its beauty—
strange! to think beauty drains us of hope!
How does that happen?
Would you like my explanation?
Beauty so easily obtained (with words)
makes me lazy and lovely. To be lazy
is to assert loveliness.
“Will you scratch me?” I cannot do anything less.
Surely laziness has never
hurt loveliness; when did the slow
hurt the best of what we seek and know?
To go fast—there are reasons to go fast—
is to fly past all that is melodious and sweet.
It was because she stopped and thought
that you witness her remarkable feat.