The Blue Snow br br Right now, somewhere, someone is thinking of you. br Lifting her arms into the summer br evening, or folding a letter in a small room, br someone is thinking your name and quietly saying: br br "You came into my life on the 23rd br after dinner, when light fell through the window so starkly br you said it reminded you of a Japanese painting br called The Blue Snow, and I laughed, thinking, br br who is this man who talks like a poet? " br Now, while it is still light, someone br is stepping out of her dress and thinking: br "I will turn off every light in this house br br and lie down naked in front of my mirror till dawn, br then go to the window with the early morning sun on my breasts, br waiting for you who will never come by, you br who have forgotten what it is to be lonely.