Translation:Capitulation

Last night, some deep red Aprils capitulated before my disarmed Mays of youth, the hysterical ivories of her kiss found me dead; and in a sigh of love I locked them up.

Strange, docile corn-ear. Her eyes besieged me one amaranthe evening on which I recited a song to her songs; and last night, in the middle of the celebration, the two languages of her thirst-scorched breasts spoke to me.

That poor half-breed; poor are her weapons; poor are her cream-colored sails that go to the limits of the salty mists of a deadsea. Victorious and vanquished,

she remained pensive and baggy-eyed and claret. I left at dawn. And since that battle, at night two slave serpents entered my life.