My Grief And My Smile Begin In

Speech Is Our Second Possession, After The Soul-and Perhaps We Have No Other Possession In This World.

Let The Earth Look At Me, And Bless Me, For Now I Am Fecund And Sacred, Like The Palms And The Furrows.

I Have All That I Lost And I Go Carrying My Childhood Like A Favorite Flower That Perfumes My Hand.

The Poet Is An Untier Of Knots, And Love Without Words Is A Knot, And It Drowns.

My Grief And My Smile Begin In Your Face, My Son.