spring came with her multitudes
like a palm sunday procession
entered town thru the front door
walking down the street
as the soul walks from
father to mother
the bird from the town hall clock went out
to welcome her
fell over winter rags
pouring the time over people
spring
this daughter of time
put on too much perfume
her round breasts are like two strawberries
Like water
on a thousand-petalled flower
untouched by sin, above de mud
its head held high
pure and undefiled in the sun
its mist whole world illuminates
with golden blue
right within your heart
the egg of gold
like a brilliant
rising from the bosom of the water
Daughter of the Ocean of Milk
fearless enough to wrest
the secrets of Life and Death
en dérive non pas d'objet en objet
mais de couleur en couleur
de noir en blanc de noir en blanc
de noir en noir en noir
matins
un à un
en dérive
non pas d'objet en objet
mais de dérive en dérive
mesurant l'entre-temps
quand la lumière devient
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