The second poem in this book is titled "We who 'love to be astonished,'" and this group of people reappears in nearly every poem hereafter; though their identities are never specified, some of the references to them suggest that they are meant to be the narrator and her husband, and perhaps, their children. Each reference to we who "love to be astonished" begins with that phrase, followed by something that occurs or that they think or feel. For them, their heartbeats shake the bed, and they see that a weasel eats twenty times as much as a lizard of the same size. She is not the maid but the mother, and mother loves. Every Sears smells the same. She pretends to be a blacksmith. A moth has more flesh than a butterfly could lift. He would say these are its ghosts, and he is a walker.