We followed the stony way the heart traced for us Up to the plains of the air and the unique silence. We made our demanding love bleed, Our happiness wrestle each pebble. Once again we are without previous experience, newcomers, in love. The field of its ways would dispel even the effrontery of death. No grating stands in the way.
Desire is alive, an ache in our vaporous foreheads.
One who walks the earth in its rains has nothing to fear from the thorn in places either finished or unfriendly. Pierced to the quick, he suddenly flies to ashes, an archer reclaimed by beauty. Both my eclipses and my returns. An extreme and compact chance Is our chain, our mountain-range, Our compressing splendour and glow. In the flesh of our unity, Finds its solar orbit at last At the centre of our own cloud Which it rends and starts once more.