It is still beautiful to hear the heart beatbut often the shadow seems more real than the body.

I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn’t write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.

Death stoops over me.I’m a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.

No one decides where I go, least of all myself, though each step is where it must be.