I think my heart has never been
so warm and red.
even in the worst moments of this fatal night
several thousand sun-springs
in my heart
surge up from deep certainty.
in every nook and cranny of these salt flats of despair
several thousand wonderfully wet forests
spring from the earth.
Oh certainty gone astray, oh runaway fish
in the ponds of slippery mirror within mirror!
I am a clear lagoon; now through the enchantment of love,
find a path from the mirror-ponds to me!
has never been
so glad, so grand:
in my eyes
a cascade of bloody tears
that stirs a never-setting sun to breathe a song;
in my every vein
in every heartbeat
the bells of a passing caravan ring: wake up!
She came one night, naked, through the door
like water’s soul
At her breast, two fish, and in her hand a mirror
her wet hair smelling of moss
as if braided with moss.
I cried out from the threshold of despair,
“Oh, certainty now found—I won’t neglect you again!”