A sighing we do,
in its lingering

rising and dying
of caught breath, a slow,

tongueless vibrato
not yet reaching song,

still a beginning,
a sulk burning through,

languored, lamenting
not yet to pursue,

its ruffling wing
enchanting sorrow:

longing and longing,
subdue and subdue.

- Hailey Leithauser, "Coo"