POEM 1

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
You look like a world in your posture of surrender.
My body of a savage laborer digs in you
And makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was only like a tunnel. The birds fled from me
And the night entered me with its forceful invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon.
Like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.

But the hour of the vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of avid and firm milk.
Ah the goblets of your breasts! Ah the eyes of absence!
Ah the roses of the pubis! Ah your voice,slow and sad!

Body of my woman I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my endless anxiety, my road undecided!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst follows,
And weariness follows, and the pain infinite.