And here's one for Ezra.
Some of us come to live.
Some of us come to live inside his cantos,
like a palace 10 times larger than their sigh.
So many rooms, so many corridors,
the phalanx of particulars and those long galleries
with their endless vistas of a past that no one else
has seen so well or understood so well.
The mirrors that reflect into each other,
making the rhymes between ideas.
Yes, it is the father's house of many mansions with its place
for each of us, places for all.