An eye for an eye, love
A mouth for a mouth
Next me lie, love

In hill fire Fall
come home from sea,
I climb the shoal

No lily grows from coal, the obscene mole descends
And wends, bending ahead of pressure from his home,
Digging the window and the door, filing the floor

Night, dark night, night of my distress... 
The moon is glittering with all the tears 
Of the long silence and unhappiness

There is an archipelago rising
Out of the green waters that, rippling
And swaying, are the oak tree’s shadow

I who was born to believe in the power of law
                                 was maquis at heart.
I who wrote that a tapestry stretched to the moon

I once saw weeping in a wood
The bears that break the heart of God
When dusty grapes hung from the trees

Now the blue fruit
And frosty weeds decay;
Now, October’s root

His kind decree: we should not cut ourselves
Upon sharp edges;
So, when that parent rib was fleshed,

Long I have seen those eyes,
Alert, astonished, bright,
Turn softly and survey