In The Eyes of the Gods
To Louis Aragon

A little before midnight down by the docks
If a disheveled woman follows you don't pay any
attention.
It's the azure. You don't have to be afraid of the azure.
There'll be a large blonde vase in a tree.
The bell towers of the town with blended colours
Will be your reference point. Take your time,
Remember. The brown geyser hurling fern shoots into the
sky.
Salutes you."
The letter sealed with a fish's three corners
Was now passing by in the light of the suburbs
Like an animal tamer's sign.
All the same,
The beautiful woman, the victim, the one known
In the neighbourhood as the little reseda pyramid
Unstitched just for herself a cloud like
A sachet of pity.
Later the white armour
Which used to take care of household and other chores
Taking it easy now more than ever.
The child with the seashell, the one supposed to be...
But shh.
A brazier was already baring
Its breast to a delightful cloak-
And-dagger story.
On the bridge, at the sometime.
Like so the cat headed dew rocked back and forth.
Night, - and their illusions would be lost.

Here are the white Fathers coming back from vespers
With the immense key hanging above them.
Here are the gray heralds; finally here's her letter
Or her lip: my heart is a cuckoo for God.

But by the time she speaks, nothing's left except a wall
Flapping inside a tomb like an unbleached sail.
Eternity searches for a wristwatch
A little before midnight down by the docks.