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Luminous mind, bright devil of absolute clusterings, of the upright noon-: here we are at last, alone, without loneliness, far from the savage city’s delirium. Just as a pure line describes the dove’s curve, as the fire honors and nourishes…
Here are the bread-the wine-the table-the house: a man’s needs, and a woman’s, and a life’s. Peace whirled through and settled in this place: the common fire burned, to make this light. Hail to your two hands, which fly and…
You sing and your voice peels the husk of the day’s grain, your song with the sun and sky, the pine trees speak with their green tongue: all the birds of the winter whistle. The sea fills its cellar with…
Your laugh: it reminds me of a tree fissured by a lightning streak, by a silver bolt that drops from the sky, splitting the poll, slicing the tree with its sword. A laugh like yours I love is born only…
Cotapos says your laughter drops like a hawk from a stony tower. It’s true: daughter of the sky, you slit the world and its green leaves, with one bolt of your lightning: it falls, it thunders: the tongues of the…
It’s today: all of yesterday dropped away among the fingers of the light and the sleeping eyes. Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps; no one can stop the river of the dawn. No one can stop the river of…
Two happy lovers make one bread, a single moon drop in the grass. Walking, they cast two shadows that flow together; waking, they leave one sun empty in their bed. Of all the possible truths, they chose the day; they…
I want to look back and see you in the branches.Little by little you turned into fruit.It was easy for you to rise from the roots,singing your syllable of sap. Here you will be a fragrant flower first,changed to the…
Of all the stars I admired, drenched in various rivers and mists, I chose only the one I love. Since then I sleep with the night. Of all the waves, one wave and another wave, green sea, green chill, branchings…
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