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.
