Learn, as you stand at this end of the bridge which arcs from love, you think, into enduring love, learn to reach deeper into the sorrows to come. To touch the almost imaginary bones under the face, to hear under the laughter the wind crying across the black stones. Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. The mouth. The laughter. These temple bones. The still undanced cadence of vanishing.

Galway Kinnell