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If only you would touch my heart,
if only you were to put your mouth to my heart,
your delicate mouth, your teeth,
if you were to put your tongue like a red arrow
there where my dusty heart is beating,
if you were to blow on my heart near the sea, weeping,
it would make a dark noise, like the drowsy sound of train wheels,
like the indecision of waters,
like autumn in full leaf,
I heard someone say there exists
in the water a stone and a ring
and over the water a word
that lay the ring over the stone.
I saw my poplar go down to the water,
I saw how her arm reached down to the deep,
saw her roots pleading upward toward heaven for night.
I did not hurry after her,
I only picked up from the earth that crumb
that has the shape and loft of your your eyes,
I took from your throat the chain of remarks,
which I laid round the table on which the crumb lay,
And saw my poplar no more.
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