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,...

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,...

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,...

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,...