Breathtaking. No, more than breathtaking; absolute breath-sweeping-away, because it was so wonderfully bittersweet. My favorite was II, though all were treasures. The balance and antithesis running through this was great; still, take away all technical terms and I persist that it's as beautiful as any work of art. Title, too, was mysteriously fitting. Almost ethereal in its contemplative sorrow...beautiful is an understatement, yet the only word I ever possess to sum up your writing.

I love your list poems :). XII was beautiful. Keep writing, please!

I'd rather just go through all your poems, reading and breathing in the ethereal beauty, but it wouldn't be polite. So I love this. The bit about dreamless children books is my favorite, and the shall nots.