To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.