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Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness
And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.
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Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness
And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes.
Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
Love has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
I made these sonnets out of wood; I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, and that is how they should reach your ears. Walking in forests or on beaches, along hidden lakes, in latitudes sprinkled with ashes, you and I have picked up pieces of pure bark, pieces of wood subject to the comings and goings of water and the weather. Out of such softened relics, then, with hatchet and machete and pocketknife, I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.