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+Title,Poem
+"Body of a Woman","Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
+you look like a world, lying in surrender.
+My rough peasant's body digs into you
+and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
+I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
+and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
+To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
+like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.
+But the hour of vengeance falls, and a love you.
+Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
+Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
+Oh the pink roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and
+sad!
+Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
+My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
+Dark River-beds where the eternal thirst flows
+and weariness follows, and the infinite ache."
+
+
+"The Light Wraps You","The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
+Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
+against the old propellers of twilight
+that revolves around you.
+Speechless, my friend,
+alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
+and filled with lives of fire,
+and pure heir of the ruined day.
+A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
+The great roots of night
+grow suddenly from your soul,
+and the things that hide in you come out again
+so that a blue and pallid people,
+your newly born, takes nourishment.
+Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave
+of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold:
+rise, lead and possess a creation
+so rich in life that its flowers perish
+and it is full of sadness."
+
+
+"Ah vastness of pines, murmur of waves breaking",
+"slow play of lights, solitary bell,
+twilight falling in your eyes, toy doll,
+earth-shell, in whom the earth sings!
+In you the rivers sing and my soul flees in them
+as you desire, and you send it where you will.
+Aim my road on your bow of hope
+and in a frenzy I will flee my flock of arrows.
+On all sides I see your waist of fog,
+and your silence hunts down my afflicted hours;
+my kisses anchor, and my moist desire nests
+in your arms of transparent stone.
+Ah your mysterious voice that love tolls and darkens
+in the resonant and dying evening!
+Thus in the deep hours I have seen, over the fields,
+the ears of wheat tolling in the mouth of the wind."
+
+
+"The Morning Is Full",
+"The morning is full of storm
+in the heart of summer.
+The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the
+wind, traveling, waving them in its hands.
+The numberless heart of the wind
+beating above our loving silence.
+Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees
+like a language full of wars and songs.
+Wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid and
+deflects the pulsing arrows of the birds.
+Wind that topples her in a wave without spray
+and substance without weight, and leaning fires.
+Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,
+assailed in the door of the summer's wind."
+
+
+"So That You Will Hear Me",
+"So that you will hear me
+my words
+sometimes grow thin
+as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.
+Necklace, drunken bell
+for your hands as smooth as grapes.
+And I watch my words from a long way off.
+They are more yours than mine.
+They climb on my old suffering ivy.
+It climbs the same way on damp walls.
+You are to blame for this cruel sport.
+They are fleeing from my dark lair.
+You fill everything, you fill everything.
+Before you they are peopled in the solitude that you occupy,
+and they are more used to my sadness than you are.
+Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
+and to make you hear as I wasn't you to hear me.
+The winds of anguish still hauls on them as usual.
+Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.
+You listen to other voices in my painful voice
+Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.
+Love me, companion. Don't forsake me. Follow me.
+Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.
+But my words become stained with your love.
+You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
+I am making them into an endless necklace
+for your white hands, smooth as grapes."
+
+
+"I Remember You As You Were",
+"I remember you as you were last autumn.
+You were the grey beret and the still heart.
+In your eyes the flames of twilight fought on.
+And the leaves fell on the water of your soul.
+Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
+the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
+Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
+Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
+I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off: grey
+beret, voice of bird, heart like a house,
+towards which my deep longings migrated
+and my kisses fell, happy as embers.
+Sky from a ship, Field from the hills:
+Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
+Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
+Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul."
+
+
+"Leaning Into The Afternoons",
+"Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
+towards your oceanic eyes.
+There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
+its arms turning like a drowning man's.
+I sent out red signals across your absent eyes
+that move like the sea near a lighthouse.
+You keep only darkness, my distant female,
+from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
+Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
+to the sea that beats on your marine eyes.
+The birds peck at the first stars
+that flash like my soul when I love you.
+The night on its shadowy mare
+shedding blue tassels over the land."
+
+
+"White Bee",
+"White bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honey,
+and your flight winds in slow spirals of smoke.
+I am the one without hope, the word without echoes,
+he who lost everything and he who had everything.
+Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing.
+In my barren land you are the final rose.
+Ah you who are silent!
+Let your deep eyes close. There the night flutters.
+Ah your body, a frightened statue, naked.
+You have deep eyes in which the night flails.
+Cool arms of flowers and a lap of rose.
+Your breasts seem like white snails.
+A butterfly of shadow has come to sleep in your belly.
+Ah you who are silent!
+Here is the solitude from which you are absent.
+It is raining. The sea wind is hunting stray gulls.
+The water walks barefoot in the wet streets.
+From that tree the leaves complain as though they were sick.
+White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul
+You live again in time, slender and silent.
+Ah you who are silent!
+"
+
+"Drunk With Pines",
+"Drunk with pines and long kisses,
+like summer I steer the fast sail of roses,
+bent towards the death of the thin day,
+stuck into my solid marine madness.
+Pale and lashed to my ravenous water,
+I cruise in the sour smell of the naked climate,
+still dressed in grey and bitter sounds
+and a sad crest of abandoned spray.
+Hardened by passions, I go mounted on my one wave,
+lunar, solar, burning and cold, all at once,
+becalmed in the throat of fortunate isles
+that are white and sweet as cool hips.
+In the moist night my garment of kisses trembles
+charged to insanity with electric currents,
+heroically dividing into dreams
+and intoxicating roses practising on me.
+Upstream, in the midst of the outer waves,
+your parallel body yields to my arms
+like a fish infinitely fastened to my soul,
+quick and slow, in the energy under the sky."
+
+
+"We Have Lost Even",
+"We have lost even this twilight.
+No one saw us this evening hand in hand
+while the blue night dropped out of the world.
+I have seen from my window
+the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
+Sometimes a piece of sun
+burned like a coin between my hands.
+I remembered you with my soul clenched
+in the sadness of mine that you know.
+Where were you then?
+Who else was there?
+Saying what?
+Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
+when I have sad and feel you are far away?
+The book fell that is always turned to at twilight
+and my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
+Always, always you recede through the evenings
+towards where the twilight goes erasing statues."
+
+
+"Almost Out of Sky",
+"Almost out of the sky, half of the moon
+anchors between two mountains.
+Turning, wandering night, the digger of eyes.
+Let's see how many stars are smashed in the pool.
+It makes a cross of mourning between my eyes, and runs away.
+Forge of blue metals, nights of stilled combats,
+my heart revolves like a crazy wheel.
+Girl who have from so far, brought me so far,
+sometimes you glance flashes out under the sky.
+Rumbling, storm, cyclone of fury,
+you cross above my heart without stopping.
+Wind from the tombs carries off, wrecks, scatters your
+sleepy root.
+The big trees on the other side of her, uprooted.
+But you, cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tassel.
+You were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves.
+Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagration,
+ah, I can say nothing! You were made of everything.
+Longing that sliced my breast into pieces,
+it is time to take another road, on which she does not
+smile.
+Storm that buried the bells, muddy swirl of torments,
+why touch her now, why make her sad.
+Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything,
+without anguish, death, winter waiting along it
+with their eyes open through the dew."
+