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“Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.��

There were some beautiful lines as you can see. But I must say there was a bit of cliché too. And lines that seemed heavy and awkward. (Translation issues?) I will need to read his non-romantic poems to get a better idea of his art. Still, as I mentioned at the outset, this poetry has its moments, which you can see in the highlights. Or below.

You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

You are here. Oh you do not run away . You will answer me to the last cry . Cling to me as though you were frightened. Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

The rain takes off her clothes.