(St. Joseph Pier Lighthouse in Michigan, frozen after a winter storm in 2010.)
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss. The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Pilot’s dread, fury of a blind diver, turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank! In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded. Lost discoverer, in you everything sank! You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
-- From "The Song of Despair" by Pablo Neruda