Sonnet LXXXI

And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.The night turns on its invisible wheels,and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber. No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,we will go together, over the waters of time.No one … Read more

Sonnet XXXIV

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 out toward the water, and the waves rise;your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;you … Read more

The Queen

I have named you queen.There are taller than you, taller.There are purer than you, purer.There are lovelier than you, lovelier.But you are the queen. When you go through the streetsNo one recognizes you.No one sees your crystal crown, no one looksAt the carpet of red goldThat you tread as you pass,The nonexistent carpet. And when … Read more

Waltz

I touch hatred like a covered breast;I without stopping go from garment to garment,sleeping at a distance. I am not, I’m of no use, I do not knowanyone; I have no weapons of ocean or wood,I do not live in this house. My mouth is full of night and water.The abiding moon determineswhat I do … Read more

Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.Night revolves on invisible wheelsand joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber. No one else will sleep with my dream, love.You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.No other one will travel the shadows … Read more

Sonnet XXXIV (You are the daughter of the sea)

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 out toward the water, and the waves rise;your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;you … Read more

The Question

Love, a questionhas destroyed you. I have come back to youfrom thorny uncertainty. I want you straight asthe sword or the road. But you insiston keeping a nookof shadow that I do not want. My love,understand me,I love all of you,from eyes to feet, to toenails,inside,all the brightness, which you kept. It is I, my … Read more

Water

Everything on the earth bristled, the bramblepricked and the green threadnibbled away, the petal fell, fallinguntil the only flower was the falling itself.Water is another matter,has no direction but its own bright grace,runs through all imaginable colors,takes limpid lessonsfrom stone,and in those functionings plays outthe unrealized ambitions of the foam.

Sonnet VIII

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking — continued about 26hours later ]of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,if you were not an amber week, not the yellow … Read more

Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked?

Tell me, is the rose naked Or is that her only dress? Why do trees concealThe splendor of their roots? Who hears the regretsOf the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadderThan a train standing in the rain?