Such a sleep I didn't have for half an eternity.
Such a sleep visits you only from inside copper.
Was I transformed into a beehive?
Someone, I feel,
Plunges into my body and extracts a bunch of honey.

Only when the Morning Star,
Blue as himself,
Called my by name and I sensed
A difference between my heartbeat and my dear shadow,
Did I grasp that in my sleep, I lost a rib.

A rib has vanished.
My lord has stuffed the gap with words,
Thrusting out of the seal on my lips.
And facing me, from my rib, my lord built
A land,
A Morning-Star Land,
For my children.

1968