You brought me a little seaweed
In your hair, and a wind odor
That came in from hundreds of miles away and arrives
Heavy with meaning, smuggled in your tanned skin:
--O the divine
Simplicity of your acrobat's body--
Not love not spasm, but something untouchable,
Necessity's ghost that walks aimlessly
Serene and ineluctable through the soul
And unties it with joy, as though under a sweet
So that the desert wind
Can carry it out through infinity.
How small the world is
and how light it is in your hands.
translated by Charles Wright
Copyright c 1984 by Oberlin College. May not be
reproduced without permission.