The distances by Charles Olson

So the distances are Galatea
                               and one does fall in love and desires
mastery
                               old Zeus—young Augustus
Love knows no distance, no place
                                is that far away or heat changes
into signals, and control
                                 old Zeus—young Augustus

Death is a loving matter, then, a horror
                                   we cannot bide, and avoid
by greedy life
                          we think all living things are precious
                          ---Pygmalions

O love who places all where each is, as they are, for every moment,
yield
                       to this man
                                       that the impossible distance
be healed,
                        that young Augustus
                        and old Zeus
be enclosed . . .