I have gone marking the blank atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
'I Have Gone Marking' (1924), translated by W. S. Merwin
I have gone marking the blank atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
'I Have Gone Marking' (1924), translated by W. S. Merwin