We want to be, when we are young, A little man. I would like to be a big child, Stronger and fairer than a man, And more lucid than a child.

I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man’s gleam A better fate than for the common nights Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth In your eyes who reveal to us Our endless solitude Are no longer what they thought themselves to be You cannot be known Better than I know you.

She is standing on my lids And her hair is in my hair She has the colour of my eye She has the body of my hand In my shade she is engulfed As a stone against the sky She will never close her eyes And she does not let me sleep And her dreams in the bright day Make the suns evaporate And me laugh cry and laugh Speak when I have nothing to say

A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.

The poet is he who inspires, rather than he who is inspired.

Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth.

The earth is blue like an orange.