Language is an exile
At the borders of the moment
That contains its form—
Secret, ecstatic and close—
Aura as accessory
Time's words
History and its reasons
Under great pressure of play
Causing an urge
To swallow fire
And I write these words freely
Like a song that prolongs
And invents my life
In a manner of saying
That passion is survived
By a radiant desire

translated by by Suzanne Buffam