I wrote this poem in 1985, 17 years old. The beloved is divinely cold, almost like a statue. Compare the despair in this poem to the pain of unrequited love in Disappointment (1987) and to the disillusionment of Death of
Verse to a God
Strangers
I wrote Strangers in 1984, 16 years old. Even people who care deeply might not truly understand each other. They end up as strangers, only to part finally. Compare this poem with The Visit (1985), when the two strangers meet
The Visit
I wrote The Visit in 1985, 17 years old. Meeting someone after years of separation can reopen old wounds and bring up painful memories best left buried. Compare this poem to Waiting for Reunion, also written in 1985, with its