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Leaning Into The Afternoon

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)