POEM 19

Brown-haired agile girl, the sun that forms the fruits,
Ripens the wheat and coils the seaweed
Has made your beautiful body, your shining eyes
And your mouth that has the smile of water.

A black and anguised sun rolls you in the threads
Of your long black hair when you open your arms.
You play in the sun as playing in a tidal river
That leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

Brown-haired agile girl, nothing from you comes to me.
All of you go away from me as if from the noon.
You are the delirious youth of bee,
The drunkenness of the wave, the force of the ear of wheat.

My somber hearts searches for you, nevertheless,
And I love your beautiful body, your voice soft and free.
Sweet and sure brown-haired butterfly,
Like the fields of wheat, the sun, the poppy and the water.