The scale of injuries known as Forgive
Red scale sensitive to a birdflight's weight
When the horsewomen whose collars are snow their hands empty
Urge their steam chariots over the meadows
This scale chronically frenzied I see it
I see the ibis with beautiful manners
Returning from the pond laced into my heart
Dream's wheels charming the splendid ruts
Rising so high along the seashells their gowns
And astonishment springing helter skelter on the sea
Move on dear dawn forget nothing about my life
Take these roses that creep up the well of mirrors
Take the fluttering of every lash
Take everything down to the thread supporting the steps of the rope-and-waterdrop dancers
Art of days art of nights
I'm at the window far off in a city bursting with horror
Outside the men wearing opera hats are following each other at regular intervals
Like the rains I used to love
When the weather was fine
"The Wrath of God" was the name of a cabaret I went to yesterday
It was written on the white facade in even paler letters
But the sailor-women who glide behind the window-panes
Are too cheerful to be fearful
Here never a body always murder without proof
Never the sky always silence
Never freedom except for freedom