Looking out on the Pacific
from a rocky basin.
Oh sad, so very sad.

Far from town. And,
there is again the wind.
Making you weep!

This resembles what.
And what does God resemble?
The look of a blind man.

A look all around
not here or elsewhere.
Ignoring the whole world.

Before having created you
a look in the crowd.
Jessamyn, nothing more.

High up these heights,
from these rocks the eye
weighing the Pacific. And.

—Translated from the French by Paul Vangelisti