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Radiant days rolling on the water, intense as the inside of a yellow rock, its splendor like honey: that wasn’t damaged by all the turmoil. That kept its four-square purity. Yes: the daylight crackles like a fire, or like bees,…
January rough times, when the indifferent noon makes its equation in the sky. Like wine in a glass, a hard gold fills the earth to its blue limits. Rough times of the season, like little grapes distilling green bitterness, the…
It was green, the silence; the light was moist; the month of June trembled like a butterfly; and you, Matilde, passed through noon, through the regions of the South, the sea and the stones. You went carrying your cargo of…
But I forgot that your hands fed the roots, watering the tangled roses, till your fingerprints bloomed full, in a natural peace. Like pets, your hoe and your sprinkling can follow you around, biting and licking the earth. That work…
Your house sounds like a train at noon: bees hum, pots sing, the waterfall catalogues what the soft rain did, your laugh spins out its trill like a palm tree. Arriving like a country boy with a singing telegram, the…
O love, O crazy sunbeam and purple premonition, you come to me and climb your cool stairway, the castle that time has crowned with fog, pale walls of a closed heart. No one else will know that only a delicacy…
My heart, queen of the beehive and the barnyard, little leopard of the string and the onions, I love to watch your miniature empire sparkle: your weapons of wax and wine and oil, garlic, and the soil that opens for…
Your hand flew from my eyes into the day. The light arrived and opened like a rose garden. Sand and sky throbbed like an ultimate beehive carved in the turquoise. Your hand touched syllables that rang like bells, touched cups,…
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano’s first cousin. Swimmer, your body is pure as the water; cook, your blood is quick as the soil. Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth. Your eyes go…
Love, we’re going home now, where the vines clamber over the trellis: even before you, the summer will arrive, on its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom. Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world: Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey–: Ceylon,…