from the entire garden i choose
the rayed cornea of your flower

or the rayed flower between your legs
into her womb woven your eyes

your flower-full presence
collected
into the abstract of all thought

no mouldy lights
no hand-resting breast

the eyeflower sees while it is seen
graces the bestowed grace

the subtleties of almost-lily-lilacs
inside this prison of sight

rosaceous-iris on the aged boundaries of a face
as if measured out with earth's extreme age

the memory of the leaves' inventiveness
the rust-colouring of all the plants
planted on all the faces

Translation: Ana Hudson