Maidenly lake, fathomless lake, Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes, Idling with a reflected cloud, for my sake Whom your shore no longer touches. Your girl was always real to me. Her bones lie in a city by the sea. Everything occurs too normally. A unique love simply wears away. Girl, hey, girl, we repose in an abyss. The base of a skull, a rib, a pelvis, Is it you? me? We are more than this. No clock counts hours and years for us. How could a creature, ephemeral, eternal, Measure for me necessity and fate? You are locked with me in a letter-crystal. No matter that you're not a living maid. Czeslaw Milosz