Heart, I can consider you in generous terms
of imagery to prove your transferable
nature, your utility, Generator,
for the reclamation of unreclaimed land;
reservoir for the felt
or what in touch with our mortality
emits signals in biochemistry.
As a cistern for the emotions,
that which moves us, I could incorporate
you in the rhetoric
of the preceding, but, as rhetoric,
the preceding has already done so
and as such incorporated me, so that I
address myself from the transient in you
that reinvents me in what you do to me
Translation by John Irons
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