I want all, my love, to cry for you,
To fight for you, staining your fast stream into an enormous spice.
My hard workingman, my loving smell,
Where the clouds did not have end, rather they passed
Over the cascades that you've created.
Even through a minute or so, I know you will be gone.
There, I don't care; the pain will be gone, too
And upon the laid field, I know, I feel it,
Love will grow again.
Together, undefeated, even broken,
I'll be aware that I loved one, and in front of me, a world
Is opening into the face of empty balm
Where I could say I loved one, you,
Sweet Cleopatra, a beast, an animal
--I couldn't care least.