FOR each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
-Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems, 1924. Part One – Life. XXXVII
Pretty face and electric soul
– Lana del Rey, Young and Beautiful
“And in the end you will see that the lightest things are the only ones
That the wind could not take away
An old refrain
A caress at the right time
Turning the pages of a book of poems
The scent the wind itself once had…
– which the wind did not take away”
– Mario Quintana, 1989; translation liberally my own.