Slip, slip from kissing, thou, Part from parting, too, Accept that all that is but seems, Accept my image accepting you Is more than mirror, less than dream. Attachments are the Bhuddist's sins; Sins avowed invent the lens Through which the sin is sin-- More than mirror, less than dream, Accept that all that is but seems. Accept my leaving is but staying, And my love a kind of praying. I stood upon a departing prow And knew the moving wave Stayed in whirlpools of a now; It was myself I could not save Departing on the departing prow. I would keep here, kissing you, Upon the storm-molested shore Counting sand grains, counting stars As long as numbers added more, As long as you're the you you are, More than mirror, less than dream, Accepting all that is but seems. Slip, slip from kissing, thou, Part from parting, too. LOVE'S TOO DIFFICULT Love's too difficult to love, That hard unguarding of hearts; I look at you, and see what's above-- Of those heavens I have no part.