The poem finds the word that finds the feeling.
Let me read to you, said Roger Nowell. It is a night for reading.
I can change the story. I am the story.
It was like living in a library, and that was where I had always been happiest.
If everything I have become were not machine-made I might be able to take the risk of being human with you.
She was a Roman Cardinal, chaste, but for the perfect choirboy.