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Body of a Woman | Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs into you and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth. I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and night swamped me with its crushing invasion. To survive myself I forged you like a weapo... |
The Light Wraps You | The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of twilight that revolves around you. Speechless, my friend, alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead and filled with lives of fire, and pure heir of the ruined day. A bough of fruit falls from the sun... |
Ah vastness of pines, murmur of waves breaking | slow play of lights, solitary bell, twilight falling in your eyes, toy doll, earth-shell, in whom the earth sings! In you the rivers sing and my soul flees in them as you desire, and you send it where you will. Aim my road on your bow of hope and in a frenzy I will flee my flock of arrows. On all sides I see your waist... |
The Morning Is Full | The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, traveling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs. Wind tha... |
So That You Will Hear Me | So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken bell for your hands as smooth as grapes. And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering ivy. It climbs the same way on damp walls. You are to blame ... |
I Remember You As You Were | I remember you as you were last autumn. You were the grey beret and the still heart. In your eyes the flames of twilight fought on. And the leaves fell on the water of your soul. Clasping my arms like a climbing plant the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace. Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burn... |
Leaning Into The Afternoons | Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man's. I sent out red signals across your absent eyes that move like the sea near a lighthouse. You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your reg... |
White Bee | White bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honey, and your flight winds in slow spirals of smoke. I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything. Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my barren land you are the final rose. Ah you who are silent! Let your de... |
Drunk With Pines | Drunk with pines and long kisses, like summer I steer the fast sail of roses, bent towards the death of the thin day, stuck into my solid marine madness. Pale and lashed to my ravenous water, I cruise in the sour smell of the naked climate, still dressed in grey and bitter sounds and a sad crest of abandoned spray. Har... |
We Have Lost Even | We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped out of the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin between my hands. I remembered you with my soul clenched in the sadness of min... |
Almost Out of Sky | Almost out of the sky, half of the moon anchors between two mountains. Turning, wandering night, the digger of eyes. Let's see how many stars are smashed in the pool. It makes a cross of mourning between my eyes, and runs away. Forge of blue metals, nights of stilled combats, my heart revolves like a crazy wheel. Girl ... |
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