Beauty shall rise from your heart in song, and you shall be the first to be purified... Subirá de tu canto y te habrá purificado a ti el primero...

The white Claw

In this splendour of white sky
I sink my eyes, and sinking them and weep.
The sky is covered with golden tears;
the clean sky.

And ah, it seems that a white claw
must swoop down and carry me
through the curving sky;
the white claw...