I've been talking about love a lot
these last few days with the students talking about poetry.
This is a poem written when I first got to Perugia.
And I was grown up.
I was 35 years old.
And I was a little bit, oh, not world-weary.
It wasn't that dramatic, but I felt like this poem.
Always I had been afraid of this moment, of the return
to love with perspective.
I see these breasts with the others.
I kissed this mouth and the others.
I commend this heart as the others.
I know exactly what to say.
Innocence has gone out of me.
The song, the song suddenly has gone out of me.