As I read you, I swim. Like a bear-bear with paws,
you push me into bliss. You lie on top of me, who
tore me apart. You I fell in love with unto death, first
among the born. It took but a moment and I was your bonfire.
I am safe as never before. You are the ultimate
feeling of fulfillment: to know where longing comes from.
I'm in a soft grave whenever inside you. You cut, you illuminate,
every layer. Time bursts into flame and disappears. I hear hymns
when I watch you. You are strict and demanding, concrete. And I
cannot speak. I know I long for you, hard grey steel. For one of
your touches, I give up everything. Look, the late afternoon sun
is dashing against the walls of the courtyard in Urbino. I have died
for you. I feel you, I use you. Torturer. You uproot and you torch me,
always. And into the places you have destroyed, paradise flows.
Translated by Michael Biggins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem