Would you see The dark form of the sun The contours of life Or be truly dazzled By the fire that fuses all The flame conveyer of modesties In flesh in gold that fine gesture Error is as unknown As the limits of spring The temptation prodigious All touches all travels you At first it was only a thunder of incense Which you love the more The fine praise at four Lovely motionless nude Violin mute but palpable I speak to you of seeing I will speak to you of your eyes Be faceless if you wish Of their unwilling colour Of luminous stones Colourless Before the man you conquer His blind enthusiasm Reigns naively like a spring In the desert Between the sands of night and the waves of day Between earth and water No ripple to erase No road possible Between your eyes and the images I see there Is all of which I think Myself inderacinable Like a plant which masses itself Which simulates rock among other rocks That I carry for certain You all entire All that you gaze at All This is a boat That sails a sweet river It carries playful women And patient grain This is a horse descending the hill Or perhaps a flame rising A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart An autumn height of soothing verdure A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest A morning that scatters the reddened light To waken the fields This is a parasol And this the dress Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow This thwarts immensity This has never enough space Welcome is always elsewhere With the lightning and the flood That accompany it Of medusas and fires Marvellously obliging They destroy the scaffolding Topped by a sad coloured flag A bounded star Whose fingers are paralysed I speak of seeing you I know you living All exists all is visible There is no fleck of night in your eyes I see by a light exclusively yours.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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