Among the wheat I saw you
Beneath a tree I saw you
At the end of my journeys
In the depths of my torment
At the corner of every smile
Emerging from water and fire
Summer and winter I saw you
All through my house I saw you
In my arms I saw you
In my dreams I saw you
I will never leave you.
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The contours of lifeOr be truly dazzledBy the fire that fuses allThe flame conveyer of modestiesIn flesh in gold that fine gestureError is as unknownAs the limits of springThe temptation prodigiousAll touches all travels youAt first it was only a thunder of incenseWhich you love the moreThe fine praise at fourLovely motionless nudeViolin mute but…
I speak to you across cities
My mouth is upon your pillowBoth faces of the walls come meetingMy voice discovering youI speak to you of eternityO cities memories of citiesCities wrapped in our desiresCities come early cities come latelyCities strong and cities secretPlundered of their master’s buildersAll their thinkers all their ghostsFields pattern of emeraldBright living survivingThe harvest of the sky…
La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur,
Auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr,Et si je ne sais plus tout ce que j’ai vécuC’est que tes yeux ne m’ont pas toujours vu.Feuilles de jour et mousse de rosée,Roseaux du vent, sourires parfumés,Ailes couvrant le monde de lumière,Bateaux chargés du ciel et de la mer,Chasseurs des bruits et sources de couleurs,Parfums éclos d’une…
Easy and beautiful under
As the meeting of pleasureDance and the restI spoke the feverThe best reason for fireThat you might be pale and luminousA thousand fruitful posesA thousand ravaged embracesRepeated move to erase themselvesYou grow dark you unveil yourselfA mask youcontrol itIt deeply resembles youAnd you seem nothing but lovelier nakedNaked in shadow and dazzlingly nakedLike a sky…
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
I engrave in rock the star of your powersDeep furrows where your body’s goodness fruitsI recall your hidden voice your public voiceI smile still at the proud womanYou treat like a beggarThe madness you respect the simplicity you bathe inAnd in my head which gently blends with yours with the nightI wonder at the stranger…
The river I have under my tongue,
And curtains lowered, let’s speak.