
My
chin
drips —
from
your
face;
tears,
a
torrent
in
our
hearts

.
ex oculis subito, ceu fumus in auras
commixtus tenues, fugit diversa, neque illum,
prensantem nequiquam umbras et multa volentem
dicere, praeterea videt
Virgil, Georgica 4. 499-502
For Grace,
you had my mother's name and, like her, my heart —