Lady

        Without too much heat but at the same time aflame

The rose that cruel or torn or weary

Even of the white dress of purple it will loosen

To hear the diamond weeping in its flesh

Yes without these crises of dew and quietly

Nor breeze although, with the past stormy sky

Is jealous to bring I don’t know which space

In the simple day the very true day of feeling

It does not seem to you, let us say, that every year

The spontaneous grace of which your forehead, reborn

Is enough according to some appearance and for me

As a cool fan in the room wonders

To revive a little agitation as it is here

All our native monotonous friendship

03/14/08