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The house this morning-with its truths scrambled, blankets and feathers, the start of the day already in flux-drifts like a poor little boat between its horizons of order and of sleep. Objects want only to drag themselves along: vestiges, entropic…
Little q queen of my bones, I crown youwith laurels from the South and oregano from Lota.And you cannot do without that crown, which the earth madefor you with balsam and green leaves. Like the man who loves you, you…
You the thick hair of a larch from the archipelago, skin made by centuries of time, veins that have known seas of forest timber, green blood dropped from the sky into memory. No one will retrieve my lost heart from…
You come from poverty, from the houses of the South, from the rugged landscapes of cold and of earthquake that offered us after those gods had tumbled to their deaths-the lesson of life, shaped in clay. You are a little…
Love, from seed to seed, planet to planet,the weave of the wind with its dark countries,war with its shoes of blood,or even the day and the night of the stake. Whence did we go, islands or bridges or flags,violins of…
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: you have moon-lines, apple-pathways: naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba; you have vines…
Neither the color of Iquique’s awesome dunes, nor the inlet of Guatemala’s Rio Dulce: nothing has changed your profile, subdued in the wheat, nor your plump-grape form, nor your guitar-mouth. O my heart, my own, since before all silence, from…
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had a name: The world was made of air, which waited. I knew rooms full of ashes, Tunnels where the moon…
Love, love, the clouds went up the tower of the skylike triumphant washerwomen, and it allglowed in blue, all like a single star,the sea, the ship, the day were all exiled together. Come see the cherries of the water in…
The fire for light, a rancorous moon for bread,the jasmine smearing around its bruised secrets:then from a terrifying love, soft white handspoured peace into my eyes and sun into my senses. O love, how quickly you built a sweetfirmness where…