Translation:Late Hour

Beloved purity, that my eyes never will come to enjoy. Absurd purity!

I know that you were in my flesh one day, when I threaded still the embryo of life.

Purity in a drab school skirt; and blue milk within the soft wheat

in the evening rain, when the soul in its withdrawal has crushed the dagger,

when an insolent stone has crystallized in some kind of empty test tube.

When there are happy people; and when blind eyelides cry on purple guardrails.

Oh, purity which left me not even a single note, upon parting from the sad mud

nor even a crumb of your voice; nor a nerve of your heroic banquet of stars.

Go from me, good misdeeds, sweet sharp mouths...

I remember her upon seeing you oh, women! So from life in the perennial evening, little is born but much dies.