Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
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I like for you to be still, and you are still far away,
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing
like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach
you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and
constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid
You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is borne on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
"You are like nobody since I loved you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed."
Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?
So, through me, freedom and the sea
will make their answer to the shuttered heart.
Later on, meaning fills the word.
It stayed pregnant and was filled with lives, everything was births and sounds: affirmation, clarity, strength,
negation, destruction, death:
the name took on all the powers
and combined existence with essence
in its electric beauty.
The word was born
in the blood,
it grew in the dark body, pulsing,
and took flight with the lips and mouth.
In the distance someone is singing. In the
distance.
My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.
Thinking, burying lamps in the deep solitude.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.
I like for you to be still: I as though you were absent,
and you do not hear me far away and my voice does not touch you.
I am the one without hope, the word without echoes,
he who lost everything and he who had everything.