You who never arrived
In my arms, Beloved, who were lost
From the start,
I don’t even know what songs
Would please you. I have given up trying
To recognize you in the surging wave of the next
Moment. All the immense
Images in me the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
Cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
Turns in the path,
And those powerful lands that were once
Pulsing with the life of the gods-
All rise within me to mean
You, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
The gardens I have ever gazed at,
Longing. An open window
In a country house, and you almost
Stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,
You had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
Were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
Gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
Yesterday, seperate, in the evening…