QUOTE : Three hundred nights like three hundred walls<br />must rise between my love and me<br />and the sea will be a black art between us.<br />Time with a hard hand will tear out<br />the streets tangled in my breast.<br />Nothing will be left but memories.<br />(O afternoons earned with suffering,<br />nights hoping for the sight of you,<br />dejected vacant lots, poor sky<br />shamed in the bottom of the puddles<br />like a fallen angel. . . .<br />And your life that graces my desire<br />and that run-down and lighthearted neighborhood<br />shining today in the glow of my love. . . .)<br />Final as a statue<br />your absence will sadden other fields.