We present this work in honor of the poet’s 105th birthday.

 

Think of your look and my oblivion
leaving the thought dilated
through your eyes, drowned
of his own living with your meaning;

then look at your oblivion that appears in me
Like a rose that gave space
slight prolongation and then out
the light itself that touches with its aroma,

is to give myself to you without further ado
that the fight of the body against the wind,
and with you dreaming of being so quiet

like a shipwrecked sea or vain attempt:
because since I can’t think of you,
I leave my thought forgotten in you.