What could he teach me of Angels and Air;
This Galahad who held the door, held my chair?
What in the blending of bodies and souls?
The mingling of eyes. Motionless hours.
What can be learned from love's Expiration--
What is taken away? What is given?
What was discovered in those countless lines
Of questioning meter and studying rhyme?
In the spinning, reeling
Whirlpools of wondering
There are no answers--only Donnesongs.