1 - The Eggs of the Dead
There was the rectangle with the eggs of the dead
The dull-water garden the sea had swamped
And the poppies lit by the azure
- Her young head weighed down with marble
There was that great people chained within waves
And rumbling away towards a life Ô beseechers
And the cave of the former monarch
Snatched from beneath the whisperings of stone
There was the majesty of the Angel
Descended upon all ancientness conquered
And striding forth broad-footed over the flagstones
As far as the sea glutted with jasmines
2 - Measures, Excess
To act with the fire of breath upon
That so bright and unloosed with one’s vows
Blackened bound together in transparency
Upon the serried of whom we know nothing more
Moreover and gravely calmed Siren
Amongst the saltiness excessive to the point of pleasure
Of wind tirelessly provisioned with azure
And devoured by most pure ants
Ô all that which comes as battles
Swept swiftly away in the happy disorder
Of roads mixed together in the skilled air
Giving them to the vast foam only to reclaim them
3 - Hoarseness
On the top of the wave there is the fringe
Of sun and the equilibria of salt
A thousand swords in the nest burned to the core
The birds have gone from the sky
Uccelli! All around you the brilliancy
Of keyless place with its chambers of verdure
Then of a sudden a drop of blood in the day’s light
Rocks shoutings turned hard hoarseness
To far points where hands fall
With the leaves of trees into the sea
With shoulders shattered and the heart
Knotted in breasts gunned down
To go to that point – turning one’s back
Upon the moon’s disturbance of destiny
Riddled through and taken up in the drummings
Of the sea, yes! even the eye’s sensitivity to salt
But here, no sea. Here the farthest point
With palm fruit ushered to the very tree
The shoulder organised the breast
Closed shut over the closed heart, and the hand
5 - An Oath for Water
By the place that has lent its name to the book
By the limpid almond
Stolen from the gods
Bewilderment burns the eyelashes of the sea
And what moment of no moment is shattered
Against dead knees?
Oh what knee this heart
In the violence unfolded feather-trimmed
Allness, with the heart
