I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it is my story it will be common, though it is singular it will be known to you so that by the end you will think—no, you will realize—that it was all the while yourself arranging the words, that it was all the time words that you yourself, out of your heart had been saying.

Evidence: Poems