What can the spirit believe? -
It takes in the whole body;
I, on coming to love,
Make that my study.
We are one, and yet we are more,
I am told by those who know, -
At times content to be two.
Today I skipped on the shore,
My eyes neither here nor there,
My thin arms to and fro,
A bird my body,
My bird-blood ready.
--Theodore Roethke
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