At one time,
I asked for everything—
When I saw how my love was squandered,
I would secrete venom.
But now I sing of the fat, sleepy
who has replaced me, whose disappointments
create the life of the house.
What does the human heart love?
To go, to have so far to go,
in deepest night!
The challenge now
is to convey the supreme gaiety
of the heart:
it is a stone
flung from a volcano.