I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die.

3) What emotions does the poem stir in you? If the answer is none, please spend the next six weeks talking to the moon, making friends with a grasshopper, drinking the rain from a gourd, then come back and give your answer.