In the warm mist of a girl's breath I took my place. I stole away, I did not quit my place. Her arms weigh nothing. One encounters them like water. All that is faded disappears before her. Nothing is left but her eyes: Tall splendid gra**, tall splendid flowers growing in our field. Impediment so light upon my breast, how heavily you weigh there now, What pressure you exert there, now that you are no more.