in the blanched morning she's
nearly as tall as a flame
it's the water entering for no other purpose
and gathering all that quivers

then the clipped wing across life
some motion water nothing more
but no other reason guiding
this escaping fire the water gone

the water this rumble diffused
this disquiet of olive trees
the water this dog blind
as an illumination of bees

-Translated from the French by Carol Lettieri and Paul Vangelisti