...

but for
an emotional anecdote
to the irresolution of this page
and that moment of ecstasy
when the knowerandlover
becomes the known and beloved
I am rendered impossible by the intimidation of time
which the listening night makes no effort to hide
from me

"In passion, memory inclines towards the intemporal.
We gather up all the delights of a given past
in a single image, the diversely red sunsets I watch
every evening will in memory be a single sunset.
The same is true of foresight; nothing prevents
the most incompatible hopes from peacefully coexisting.
To put it differently: eternity is the style of desire.
(The particular enjoyment that enumeration yields
may plausibly reside in its in insinuation of the eternal
- the immediata et lucida fruitio reruum infinitarum.)"
(JIB 1936)