I am maddened by the
Death-knock.
In a frenzy I run,
for the many chores to be done...
...
If you strike a dagger in my chest
Do ponder
Air has no body.
...
Paths
Winding their way
stop short at cave openings.
Words
...
God, make my words a firefly
God, make my conversation a butterfly
God, make my footsteps a path
God, make me fragrance of flowers
...
When the sun shows off its yellow teeth
In my eyes full of sleep
I laugh
And tie up all my sufferings in a knot
...
O, Great Magician!
Show your magic, show expedition
People are waiting
Waiting in a daze
...
Her eyes
Are deeper than eyes
Her dreams
Are deeper than dreams
...
I remain
Where she left me
After she had finished reading.
No one leafed through the book of love
...
Those who passed from this door
Were negroes
With centuries-old ethos permeating
Their swarthy bodies.
...
The charioteer has gone to sleep
Ovecome by fatigue of wearisome ways
Unaware of where he is
All that's evident
...