Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad netstowards your oceanic eyes.There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and…
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloudand your form and colour are the way I love them.You…
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?and the rain repeatedly spatteringits words and drilling…
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,In the rapid undulant river of women,Braids, shyly sinking eyes,Light…
Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.Days, all…
The names of God and especially those of His representativeWho is called Jesus or Christ according to holy books andsomeone's…
Fleas interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours.They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,machines that admit of no…
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there withhis golden feet?I reply, the ocean knows this.You say, what is…
We have lost even this twilight.No one saw us this evening hand in handwhile the blue night dropped on the…
rown and agile child, the sun which forms the fruitAnd ripens the grain and twists the seaweedHas made your happy…