Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.
You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you
She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.
At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.