"There is that sound like the wind
Forgetting in the branches that means something
Nobody can translate. And there is the sobering ‘later on,’
When you consider what a thing meant, and put it down."
John Ashbery, opening lines to “Summer,” in Selected Poems (Viking Penguin, 1985)
""I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. "