The purity of the moonlight,
Falling out of the immense sky,
Is so great that it freezes
The water touched by its rays.
Anonymous
Trans. Rexroth
In its imagined paraphernalia, chrysalis love,
Bound alone in its icy cavern, thought, forms, water to
Crystal, to freeze there now, suspended heavy as lead,
Folded into space, an echo of everywhen, a portrait:
You some other when, some other place, eluding me then
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