Body of woman: white hills, white thighs, you look like the world in your posture of surrender. My savage peasant body digs through you and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I went alone as a tunnel.
Birds fled from me,
and night invaded me with
her powerful force.
To survive myself I forget you 
like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow,
like a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls,
and I love you.
Body of skin,
of moss,
of avid,
steady milk.
Ah the goblets of the breasts !
Ah the eyes of absence !
Ah the roses of the pubis !
Ah your voice slow and sad !

Body of my woman,
I will persist in your grace.
My thirst,
my boundless yearning,
my indecisive path !
Dark riverbeds where eternal thirst follows,
and fatigue follows,
and infinite sorrow.