I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains
Bluebells, dark hazels and rustic baskets of kisses
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me!
While the wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you—and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth
And you are sad, all at once, like a voyage
Cling to me as though you were frightened
In the moist night, my garment of kisses trembles
I remembered you with my clenched heart
The book fell and my heart rolled like a hurt dog at my feet
Let me come and be still in your silence, sad and gentle doll
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
And your form and color are the way I love them
Woman with sweet lips …
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
Want to sing your tale with their leaves of wire
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains Bluebells, dark hazels and rustic baskets of kisses How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me! While the wind goes slaughtering butterflies I love you—and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth And you are sad, all at once, like a voyage Cling to me as though you were frightened In the moist night, my garment of kisses trembles
I remembered you with my clenched heart The book fell and my heart rolled like a hurt dog at my feet Let me come and be still in your silence, sad and gentle doll In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud And your form and color are the way I love them Woman with sweet lips … And as I love you, the pines in the wind Want to sing your tale with their leaves of wire
[paraphrased poetry]