SEQUENCE
To sleep, with the moon in one eye
and the sun in the other,
Love in your mouth,
a lovely bird in your hair,
Adorned like the fields,
the woods, the routes, the sea,
around the whole world so lovely and adorned.
Flee across the landscape
Through branches of smoke and all the fruits of the wind,
Stone legs with sand stockings,
Held by the waist, all the river's muscles,
And the last concern on a face transformed.
THE WORD
I am fortunate: mine is an easy beauty.
I slide over the roof of the winds,
I slide over the roof of the seas
I'm sentimental these days
I no longer know who's in charge
I no longer move silk over ice
I am ill, laughter and pebbles
I nakedly love whatever is most Chinese
I love what's most naked the darting of birds
I am old but here I'm beautiful
And the shadow coming down from the depths of the windows
Every evening spares the dark heart of my eyes.
