I'm going to start with the very first poem in the book, which
is "Ars Poetica."
Can you hear my heart?
"One would like to see oneself walking
through the forest as two girls along the creek,
the golden carp under the ice like blurred poppies.
The tall, hooded girl will extend a basket offering bread
and water, a kindly face, and a thick cloak.
The other is small with sly hands.
She will eat her fill, wrap herself
in the warmth of the wool cloak, cut a branch from a tree.
Whittling the end to a point, she
will pull the arrow back and shoot it
into the throat of the hooded girl.
She will retrieve the basket."