“My self is at one remove
Because it has gone to you
Who will not display
The sense of me another,
Being bound in yourself
By my forlorn desire.

And yet I would not not love
If I could choose not to;
For I require to play
By hazarding myself
To you, my self, the other
Whom I always desire.

— Veronica Forrest-Thomson, from “Canzon, for British Rail Services,” Collected Poems and Translations (Allardyce Barnett, 1990),”