Love

Because of you, in gardens of

Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.

I have forgotten your face,

I no

Remember your hands; how did your

Feel on mine?

Because of you,

I love the white

Drowsing in the parks, the white statues

Have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;

I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume,

I am bound

My vague memory of you.

I live with

That is like a wound; if you touch me, you

Make to me an irreperable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like

Vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem

Glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes

Summer pain me; because of you,

I

Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:

Shooting stars, falling objects.