There is no companion but love.
No starting, or finishing, yet, a road.
The Friend calls from there:
Why do you hesitate when lives are in danger?



I pretended to leap
to see if I could live there.

Someday I must actually arrive there,
or nothing will be left to arrive.



Here’s a magnificent person
holding out a glass of wine,
a vision of power.
Over me, I hope, not for me!



Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about events going badly.
Let the lover be.