is the difference
between
resentful
and jealous?
There the sparrows,
all congregated
naked in the still-
dead bushes,
and the sound of their chirping has
unfastened me a little:
how recklessly
happy—how delirious
they sound,
and how foreign
to my marrow
it is to celebrate
deficiency
just
by subsisting here,
at the tail-end of winter,
so cold, and so
conscious, and so violent-
ly hungry.
