From the golden avalanches of the old blue

On the first day and from the eternal snow of stars

Once you undid the big calyxes for

The land still young and innocent of disasters

The wild gladiolus, with the slender necked swans

And that divine laurel of exiled souls

Crimson as the pure toe of a seraph

Which reddens the modesty of strident dawns

The hyacinth, the myrtle with its adorable flash

And, like the flesh of a woman, the cruel

Rose, Herodias in flower in the bright garden

The one that a fierce and dazzling blood sprays!

And you made the sobbing whiteness of lilies

Whoever rolling on seas of sighs they touch

Through blue incense from the paler horizons

Rising dreamily toward the moon that weeps!

Hosanna on the cittern and the censers

Our Lady, hosanna from the garden of our limbo,

And eventually echoed by the heavenly evenings

Ecstasy of the glances, sparkling of the halos

O Mother who created in your righteous and broad breast

A calyx rocking the future flask

Of big flowers with soothing Death

For the tired poet who life wilts

04/23/2008