The Sea and the Shadow

It falls.

The night falls

the night sky falls

a star, the eyes follow, my

hand falls

It is never enough / I

am hardly ever enough

even to myself . .

I go

I go through the streets

I cross avenues, helpless against your anger

I go pulverized through narrow streets with paving stones

Let the walls fall, crumble, fall, crush me finally, end it

the eyes / the hands

Your cunt is tight with anger

I can feel it a block away, your

belly is tight

your asshole is loose with disdain

and fear

And I cannot stand it, your beauty

walks beside me like a

tree in motion under the wind

of my desires, with

standing them / standing in

an emptiness not your own that you hate

and feel it is your own , It is not, it

is mine also, let me, that damned sea,

I will come

It falls.

The half-hour would-be wholeness

falls, the year falls, the mirror

destroys itself / that year, a

brilliant, at times quiescent

star will fall

into the sea

I will come

I lie down /

the trees are bright with resisting

polished under the rain . have shed all their leaves

Corridors

of summer stretch out behind me endless

like memory like

I destroy myself running through open doors '

leading through empty rooms .

Or there is someone

huddled in a corner

pissing / Yes.

I humiliate my life, piss it away, I am

my shoes, my black pair of sneakers walking

corridors, deserted beaches, cement sidewalks, sit ,

now beneath a chair . torn . quiescent . my

laces flopped sideways on the floor

fit, however,

to the foot, dingy shape of life

smelling of dried sweat, revived

at any warmth

my worn fabric

yes, the corrugations

I shall come

shaping all truths from my own balls, seeking in my skull

even those shaped years ago / I was too young, I looked

for a shadow at ten in the morning which will not appear

until four in the afternoon l my own

with the sun from the other direction and

everything failing

I will come, I

shall come into your body as into the morning world,

as into a city filled with its leisure and softness,

where the soft light falls on the bird, the tree, the wall,

where the sun of mid-day is lost on the shadows of palm trees

arcades

Fountains cool it

I shall come through your eyes from the other side, my

water, my mirror

I will come into your belly and make it a sea rolling against me,

come into you soft as sleep / and be real

You will cry the whole afternoon

. [1961/1962]