I do not know you a faithful smile disturbs me to be made to love that is no sacrificial alms I am not your Isaac nor you my Abe haunt of my heart low tones and minors rattling kind snake at my wrapped heel what are these? dragged to heaven in a whimper a forest—a forest I seek! then I play your sad voice in my head explaining your recent loss inexplicable but by cruelty and I am trapped again by soft pity by love in quotations