Tired is my eye, tired tired
like Alps. An enchanted distance
of years is my face,
fields, in which I slept -

yellow Chinese lanterns, a puzzling children's party
everything is outside me, a reservoir
in which flooded towns glow at night.

The earth gives colors
the skin gives unity
in the plantations the fruit-trees are valiantly armed
against the universe -

all around, the meadows
rub against my feet
the river by my side
is pulled, imperceptibly,
by a far sea.

Translated by Donna Stonecipher