Girl, nothing draws me toward you
Everything bears me farther away
In you, the wars accumulated
Sadness stunned you
In you—everything sank
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss
The hour of the spell that blazed
Fury of a blind diver, she loved me
I loved her too—running free—mad—in the sea spray
The morning is full of storm
You listen to other voices in my painful voice
They are more used to my sadness than you are
And I watch my words from a long way off
Leaning into the afternoon, I fling my sad notes
The night gallops on its shadowy mare
Stuck in my sold marine madness
I cruise in the sour smell of the naked climate
Still dressed in gray and bitter sounds
Thinking … tangling shadows …
Girl, nothing draws me toward you Everything bears me farther away In you, the wars accumulated Sadness stunned you In you—everything sank It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss The hour of the spell that blazed Fury of a blind diver, she loved me I loved her too—running free—mad—in the sea spray
The morning is full of storm You listen to other voices in my painful voice They are more used to my sadness than you are And I watch my words from a long way off
Leaning into the afternoon, I fling my sad notes The night gallops on its shadowy mare Stuck in my sold marine madness I cruise in the sour smell of the naked climate Still dressed in gray and bitter sounds Thinking … tangling shadows …
[paraphrased poetry]