He is gone — I cannot eat:
The taste — of stale bread.
All — chalk.
Anything I am drawn to.
...I am the bread that was
And the snow that was.
And the snow was not white
And the bread was unloved.
Ушёл — не ем:
Пуст — хлеба вкус.
Всё — мел.
За чем ни потянусь.
…Мне хлебом был,
И снегом был.
И снег не бел,
И хлеб не мил.