Love


What’s wrong with you, with us,
What’s happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
That binds us wounding us
And if we want
To leave our wound,
To separate,
It makes a new knot for us and condemns us
To drain our blood and burn together.

What’s wrong with you? I look at you
And I find nothing in you but two eyes
Like all eyes, a mouth
Lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
A body just like those that have slipped
Beneath my body without leaving any memory.

And how empty you went through the world
Like a wheat-colored jar
Without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
Depth for my arms
That dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
Beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
Nothing,
Beneath your double breast scarcely
Raised
A current of crystalline order
That does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
My love, why?


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Love