Sweet enemy
that can carry a man
beyond himself.
I love your perfections
and your gleams on my frozen body.
You roam with long strides
the not at all quiet skies
and the perpetually moving stars
and the still stars.
Beautiful at dawn and at twilight
mistress of life
everything extols you.
I come before you,
sovereigns of the great whore,
with the old woman who reaps lives.
Grant her
as to followers in the great venture
cakes, water and air
and a ground-floor house in Manhattan.
Get back, Sui
old crocodile
don’t attack me
go away
you will not cut off my youth.
My verses
like a flint knife
my verses
like a young horse’s teeth
will smash your eyes and mouth.