and kissed the sole of your foot, wouldn't you limp a little then, afraid to crush my kiss? ... Music The music was bringing me close to things. She set an arch between me and them and I could fall from far, from spheres without breaking a limb, wasting not one drop of power. Like a magnet the music picked from me the coppery feeling, the feeling of violet. It lifted them up, like blades of sprouting grass. nd watching he could see a coppery !eld, a !eld of violet above which slowly unfolds the nocturnal chain of pale-blue stars, under which, temple to temple rib to rib, our lives embraced. Autumn Emotion utumn is here, cover my heart somehow with a tree shadow, better still with your shadow. I am afraid sometimes I shall no longer see you, I shall grow wings sharp "pointed towards the clouds, you willl hide in a stranger#s eye, he shroud himself in a wormwood leaf. Then I come closer to stones and am silent, I take my words and drown them in the sea. I whistle the moon, and make it rise into an enormous love. Poem Sometimes I talk in front of you, as in front of a hight stone wall la$ily disappearing into cloud. I shout the names of all things I ever knew. I tear seconds aways from the hour and show them, beating, while under pleasant guise of silence I confess the destiny of plants. The high stone wall opens a great, blue eye then shuts it. Song %verything should have been spheres but it was not, was not so. %verything should have been lines but it was not, was not so. &ou should have been a thin circle but you were not, were not so. I should have been a thin rhombus but I was not, was not so. 'rass, stones, birds you are wholly, wholly another. I look at me, I hear me, smell me and I think I am dreaming. %verything should have been spheres but it was not, was not so. %verything should have been lines but it was not, was not so. Fifth elegy The temptation of the real I have never angry with apples for being apples, with leaves for being leaves, with shadows for being shadows, birds for being birds. (ut apples, leaves, shadows, birds grew suddenly angry with me. )ere I am, brought before the court of the leaves, the court of shadows, apples, birds, round courts, aerial courts, subtle, refreshing courts. )ere I am condemned for lack of knowledge, for boredom, for an*iety, for immobility. Sentences written in the language of kernels+ indictments sealed with the entrails of birds, cool grey penances pronounced against me. I stand up, head uncovered, trying to decipher what I deserve for ignorance, for I cannot, cannot decipher anything , and this state of mind itself grows angry with me, and condemns me indecipherably to a perpetual waiting, to a straining within themselves of meanings until they take the form of apples, of leaves, of shadows, of birds. Savonarola Savonarola appeared to me and said- Let#s burn the trees at the stake of vanities. Let#s burn grass, the wheat, the corn so that everything will be much simpler. Let#s break the stones, tear rivers out of their beds, so that everything will be much simpler " far, far simpler. Let#s give up our legs since walking#s a vanity. Let#s give up our sight since the eye is a vanity. Let#s give up our hearing, since the ear is a vanity. Let#s give up our hands so that everything will be much simpler " far, far simpler. Savonarola appeared to me in a dream like an old wound in the brain of humanity. )e appeared to me in a dream and I woke shouting and screaming. Sad love-song /nly my life will truly die for me sometime. /nly the grass knows the earth# s taste. 0hen he leaves her, only my blood truly pines for my heart. The air is tall, you are tall, my sadness too is tall, a time is coming when horses die a time is coming when machinery grows old a time is coming when it rains coldly and all the women wear your face, your dresses. nd a great white bird is coming and lays the moon on the sky.