And here's a poem which is called Failure.
Seven times the wolf said to the lamb stop it.
On the eighth, he devoured it.
What brought me to desire whatever it is the heart
desires or led me to believe I might divide water from water
that cannot be divided.
And only in the sky is water altered into air.
Meanwhile, only the heart remains fragile as ever,
and all that has not come up on its hook.