Selected Poems

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.

I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry ...

Somewhere in the night a human being is drowning.

At the skin, my blood calls out to your heart, my whole sky craves an island of tenderness. My rivers tilt towards you.

I have two enemies in all the world, Two twins, inseparably fused: The hunger of the hungry and the fullness of the full.

What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?

The eclipses of poets are not foretold in the calender.

For the way of the comets is the poet's way.

I am only a shell where the ocean is still sounding.

An Attempt at Jealousy" How is your life with an ordinary woman? without the god inside her? The queen supplanted— How do you breathe now? Flinch, waking up? What do you do, poor man? How’s your life with a tourist on Earth? Her rib (do you love her?) is it to your liking? How do you live with cheap goods: is the market rising? How’s kissing plaster-dust? Are you bored with her new body? How’s it going, with an earthly woman, with no sixth sense? Are you happy? No? In a shallow pit—how is your life, my beloved? Hard as mine with another man?