And the acceptance of substitutes;
And the pull to new love ...
And every human being knows these things.
II.
“But you don’t know life itself,” I am always saying.
I wonder what it is I mean.
I think it is something wonderful like color and sound, and something mystical like fragrance and flowers.
And something incredible like air and wind,
And something of grey magic like rain;
It is faded deserts and the unceasing sea;