Den tyngste sorg og savn er den, som ingen ser...--- The heaviest grief and loss is, that no one sees ... --- El dolor y la pérdida más pesada que es, que nadie ve ... --- Der schwerste Trauer und Verlust ist es, dass niemand sieht ...---Le plus lourd deuil et la perte est-il, que personne ne voit ...--- Is é an grief troime agus caillteanas é, go bhfeiceann duine ar bith ...

A night on the Island

All night I have slept with you
next to the sea, on the island.
Wild and sweet you were between
pleasure and sleep,
between fire and water.

Perhaps very late
our dreams joined
at the top or at the bottom,
up above like branches moved
by a common wind,
down below like red roots that touch.

Perhaps your dream
drifted from mine
and through the dark sea
was seeking me
as before,
when you did not yet exist,
when without sighting you
I sailed by your side,
and your eyes sought
what now---
bread, wine, love, and anger---
I heap upon you
because you are the cup
that was waiting for the gifts
of my life.

I have slept with you
all night long while
the dark earth spins
with the living and the dead,
and on waking suddenly
in the midst of the shadow
my arm encircled nor sleep
could separate us.

I have slept with you
and on waking,
your mouth,
come from your dream,
gave me the taste of earth,
of sea water,
of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss
moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me
from the sea that surrounds us...