Assumes Love Poem in English


Assumes Love Poem in English

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Assumes Love Poem in English
Assumes Love Poem in English

Body of a Woman

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
Look like a world lying in surrender.
My rough peasant’s body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depths 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 I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh, the goblets of the breast! Oh, the eyes of absence!
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.

Assumes Love Poem in English

Assumes Love Poem in English 2
Assumes Love Poem in English 2

The Light Wraps You

The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twilight
that revolves around you
Speechless, my friend,
alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
and filled with the lives of fire,
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 things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and pallid people,
you’re 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.

Assumes Love Poem in English 3
Assumes Love Poem in English 3

Ah Vastness of Pines

Ah, the vastness of pines, the murmur of waves breaking,
a 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 free my flock of arrows.
On all sides, I see your waist of fog,
and your silence hunts my afflicted hours;
my kisses anchor, and my moist desire nests
in you with your arms of transparent stone.
Ah, your mysterious voice that loves tolls and darkens
in the resonant and dying evening!
Thus in 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 a 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 dining, resounding among the trees
like a language full of wars and songs.
The wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid
and deflects the pulsing arrows of the birds.
The 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 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 like 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.

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Before you, they peopled 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
to make you hear as I want you to hear me.
The wind 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, the 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.

Assumes Love Poem in English


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