All that I have sought to give

Oh! Where are you?
You don't even know what happened today!
How terribly I'm missing you!

What a wonderful thing! You got up today! So early!
There was something I had to give!

In this golden morning…
I wanted to fill your cupped hands with fresh tidings!
I wanted to give you flocks of birds in sweet song, their freedom!
I wanted to give you that distant horizon-touching stream of new light from the new sun!

I wanted to fill both your hands with silk cotton blooms, the exquisite print of flame trees!
Like a selfish soul, I wanted to give you without reserve 
one mad, unripe girl's world of good wishes—
awkward yet brimming with endless love!

Yet this morning I could give you nothing at all!
I'm far too much trouble, aren't I?
This much I truly know!

And I know this too: troubling you—this work is so dear to me,
as dear as any beloved sulk or any beloved prayer!