‘Horror of the Void’
She dreams of the other side
so as to create a memory
she thus gives herself ties
over frightening chasms
anxious she timidly brandishes
her hatred against the barbarian
she tries to be absentmindedly insolent
and gives men confidence
she is fit to be the elusive egoism’s mistress
but so what!
Guess what’s behind the blue hill:
a king in a wickerwork castle.
And behind the frail castle,
guess what there is.
By a pink tree,
a messenger talking to the moon.
Guess what’s behind the yellow moon:
a gnome made of wire
blowing into a wooden horn.
At the end of the horn, the soul of a bird
summoning the spring from which dreams drink;
dreams that sleep during the day!
Guess what’s behind the golden dreams:
a body of silk,
hair made of the shadow’s dust,
a mouth for arid thirst,
arms to hide my sadness.
Behind my dreams there is you.