Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane, when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.

I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.