untitled
Into the crucible of my solitude,
you enter like the dawn, you surge forward like fire.
You sweep into my soul like a river bursting its banks.
And your laughter floods all my lands.
When I looked deep inside myself, I found nothing:
there, where everything was dark, a huge sun was turning.
There where everything was dead, a small spring was dancing.
A tiny woman who took up so much space:
I could not believe it.
Love is the only true knowledge.
Love itself is an impenetrable mystery.
Christian Bobin
(translated by C. Johnston)
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
