““…[L]ike a redbud’s crumpled branch you lie beside me so beautiful, so broken, so like Istanbul as the curtains lift on the wind the bird that just flew in sails out through the other window what can’t be held in mind―a moment’s pure beauty it lengthens in language, as it lengthens dims happiness and the void it leaves behind miracle’s need of a beholder ah! impossible to express the burden of being sole witness to the moment that will never return.””