Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There is the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
it's arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that wave like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse
You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night gallops on it's shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land
(Translation by W.S.Merwin)
