Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. … Continue reading
J’ai faim de tes cheveux, de ta voix, de ta bouche, sans manger je vais par les rues, et je me tais, sans le soutien du pain, et dès l’aube hors de moi je cherche dans le jour la bruit d’eau de tes pas. Je suis affamé de ton rire de cascade, et de tes … Continue reading
Photo: Erich Consemüller (1902-1957) untitled, 1926 Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: you have moon-lines, apple-pathways: naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba; you have vines and stars in your hair; naked you are spacious and … Continue reading