Among the Treasure Houses

The sum of my worldly goods

Would not fill even one hand

Cupped, as if to measure salt.

Yet the galaxies of thought,

Page upon page, as far as light

Has yet reached, this realm—

It is the sum of my presence.

All these mortal moments,

Bitter, rich, sweet, and piquant,

They are the ransom of an empress,

For which secret treasure palaces

Must be built, sighing

With the voices of sea and wild wind,

And all the stars of heaven.

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