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On Utopias

If the things are unattainable . . . nevertheless!
it isn't a motive for not wanting them.
How sad the roads, if it wasn't
the magic presence of the stars!
 

Presence

It's necessary that longing designs your perfect lines,
your exact profile that, merely, lightly, the wind
of the hours sets a quiver in your hairs . . .
 
It's necessary that your absence smells
subtly, in the air, of sore clover,
the flowers of rosemary long since stored
although not known for who in an ancient fitment . . .
 
But it is necessary, also, that it may be like opening a window
and breathing you in blue and luminous, in the air.
The longing is necessary so that I can feel you
like how I feel - in - me the mysterious presence of life . . .
 
But when you rise up you are so alien and multiple and unexpected
that you never seem to match your portrait . . .
And I need to shut my eyes so that I can see you!