Dear, I am jealous of you, the way a pearl
Is jealous of the moon.–Vanity, my girl,
Has brought me singing here beside you
Although I am small as a child’s first “O.”
Teach me your light, how you throw yourself
Over every roof and field, and all the items on the shelf,
Detailing the dust on the clock… even its hands you enhance–
Infinite and infinitesimal at once!
I stay stung inside myself like an eyeball,
Greedy to see, yet selfishly pearled as a shut shell.
How can I break open like a moon-gleam,
Traveling the nothing, and giving even dogs dreams?
Teach me your light; its depth, its height–
I would crest with the sea-wave, and give lovers light.