We present this work in honor of the poet’s 150th birthday.
I spend my nights asleep
Upon your face.
In the steppe of your body
I plant cedar and almond trees.
Tirelessly I search your chest
For Pharao’s golden pleasures.
But your lips are heavy, and
My miracles cannot deliver them.
Please lift your snowy skies
Off my soul –
Your diamond dreams
Slice through my veins.
I am Joseph, I wear a sweet belt
Around my many-colored skin.
The frightened thunder in my shells
Is bliss to you.
But your heart is closed to oceans.