Some words. br Heavy as a blow. br 'Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's- to God what is God's.' br And one br such as I, br where shall I squeeze in? br Where is my den? br br If only I were br small br as the great Pacific - br I'd stand up on the waves' tiptoes br and caress the moon with my tides. br Where am I to find a beloved br equal to myself? br Such a woman has no place in the tiny heavens! br br If only I were poor! br As a billionaire! br What's money to the soul? br There's an insatiable thief in mine. br All the gold in California couldn't feed br the unbridled horde of my desires. br br If I could only be as tongue-tied br as Dante br or Petrarch! br Turn my soul's fire on one woman! br Make it smolder out in verse! br My words br and my love- br are a triumphal arch: br the beloveds of all ages br would pass through it gloriously, br without a trace. br br If only I were br quiet br as thunder- br I would whimper br and, trembling, embrace earth's decrepit cloister. br If I outroar in an enormous voice br with all the power of thunder- br comets will wring their burning hands, br and fling themselves down in despair. br br I would crack open nights with my eye's ray, br if only I were br dim as the sun! br I so need br to slake with my shining br the sunken bosom of the earth! br br I will pass by, br dragging my giant-love.