If I die young,
Without ever being able to publish a book,
Without seeing the face my verses make in print,
I ask only that, if you choose to be vexed on my behalf,
Then don’t be vexed.
If that is what happened, that is what’s right
Only nature is divine, and she isn’t divine…
If I sometimes speak of her as a living being
It’s because to speak of her I have to use human language
Which gives personality to things
And imposes names on things