Sometimes I Get Up At Dawn, And

I Don’t Love You As If You Were The Salt-rose, Topaz Or Arrow Of Carnations That Propagate Fire: I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are Loved, Secretly, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

My Feet Will Want To Walk To Where You Are Sleeping But I Shall Go On Living.

Sometimes I Get Up At Dawn, And Even My Soul Is Wet.

Our Love Was Born Outside The Walls, In The Wind, In The Night, In The Earth, And That's Why The Clay And The Flower, The Mud And The Roots Know Your Name.

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.