She said: you have broken it; now you get to see inside.
She said: what you've worked on all your life is worthless.
I said, if what I've worked on all my life is worthless,
high time to break it. There is still a streak of gold
where the low sill of the eastern sky is cracked;
and if you think I am afraid you do not know me yet.
She said: what have you given to your children but loss?
I said, then at least I have taught them what there is to lose.
She said: what will you give me, to make it all untrue?
I said, nothing will make it all untrue, but I will plant
such strange things in your breast that their singing
will haunt you in the morning and the night,
till its wickerwork is open, and their song
has spread apart your willow ribs and turned them into light.