Now that dusk is falling you limbs are heavy
and your face motionless, the movements of your body
are like those of an old ship
with a quiet motion and an obscure journey... more »
My gardens, how white. How chill
the chambers. How dead is the life
all around me. Snow crystal the halls,
and like ice the courtiers' breath.... more »
The wind has swept the flagrance and the sounds
of the sea, and has headed towards the sky.
It has taken on the colours of night... more »
I didn't think I should return.
I didn't think I should ever again
look on these fields, where solitude
and abandonment govern,
or these little hills that drop down
to the sea, or this still air,
that seems to halt everything,
now they are all in bed, and sleeping.
I didn't think I should return
to see this light that gives body
to the shade, and to the light, bafflement.
And I thought I would not know again
that the stillness that frees us
and the silence that nurtures us
are not the stillness and the silence of death,
nor the place of...