I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.

Hands make the world each day.

We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.