It smells of ouzo drowsily sipped
death does
smells of a gypsy’s black curls…

As if under spell
I eavesdropped at the morning’s organ piping
behind oriental clouds in flames.

It gurgles
like a cauldron guarded by the gods
enslaved in Etna.

Like a snail’s grass green spittle
his oral exudations reek of velvet.
Festering stigmata nailed
to his feet and his hands in love.

As a compass suspended between two diamonds
swims in mid-air
so hangs in darkness of phosphorescent womb
Man, the fish.

Like a bundle of energy
suppressed in a narrow cylinder
was the universe confined into
an infinitesimal particle.

I’m maddened by the wood …
It’s anthem has siddled inside me
as a summer breeze siddles between trees.

Spain, O Spain.
How mellow sounds your name in my ears.
Navarre, Catalonia, Aragon,
Castille, Andalusia.

On the isle of Patmos entranced I climbed,
on the peak of song where the winds gripped me
like the autumn leaves in whorls.