The Confession That Could Not Come First
In the woods, Narcissus called "Is anyone there?" and she could only answer "there?"; he called "Come here and let us meet," and she rushed forward in joy repeating "let us meet" — only to be shoved away. She hid in a cave and wasted thinner and thinner, until only her voice was left in the valley. The echo you hear in the hills today is her, still answering.