Capitolo 60
Or it sometimes founded an obscurity it bent him above of me
With wings of death and a face of the clear and cold beauty. .
I placed in the warm sweet grass in a morning of blue May,
My chin in a tooth of lion, my hands in clover,
And it was drowsy there as a bee. . . .blue days behind me
Tense as a chain of blue and deep swimming pools of the magic,
Spellbound, silent, without time. . . .days before me
Murmured in the mornings of blue-sea gold middays,,
Green evenings ruled with lilac nights bee-adorned of stars.
Soft and confused clouds of music ran away above of me.
Acute auctions of music dazzled my eyes and they perforated me.
Me raced and I turned and it rotated and he/she danced in the light of the sun,
It sometimes tightened him from the silence frozen of the beauty,,
Or once more it walked to on all four in the warm white cavern of sleep.
No, I won't say me 'this is because I praise her--
Because you say things so wise, or so foolish. . .'
Would not it have me say what you know better?
Allow me of instead to be silent, while only saying--:
My infancy lives in me--or half life, rather--
And, if I close my eyes fresh ropes of music
Flows above to me. . . long ropes of wind and light of the sun. . . .
Shades of tangled grapevines on walls illuminated by the sun,
Bells striking deep, with aeons of blue among them,
Leagues of blades of grass separately with worlds among them,
You wall up that dress again wicker above to sky with stars on them. . .
I placed in my bed and through the evening and tall window
It the green lightning that dips among the clouds,
And it felt the sour pluvius storm to the glasses and roof. . . .
As if I had to know--as now owes me memory--
Thing mean-dreamed the great wings bent and they sang above of me?
What does it fly as swords? What does it look with the night feared in them?
This that I will say me.--I placed from the white and warm sand-dunes. .
Small yellow flowers, sapless and he squats and thorny,
Fixed the sky. And silently there above of us
Day after day, over our dreams and knowledge,
Presences swept, and on us the streamed their shades,