Now we plunge again into those cold arms;

Good-bye clarity of tennis courts!

I intend to fall with the taste of chocolate and ash in my mouth

As the woods retain the shape of the road.

All of Winter is coming again into my face: cholera,

Friction, horror, forced labor,

And like the sun in a frozen hell

My dog is frozen in a block of ice with her mouth open.

I hear rumours on the wind of each rose bush that freezes and dies,

But my frozen eyelashes don’t blink, I say nothing.

My spirit lies down with each bush that succumbs

Under the mouth of a snowbank, indefatigable and deafening.

It seems to me, based on the taste of chocolate that lingers,

That one clue will lead quickly to a whole picture

—But who is it of? Yesterday it was Spring, and here it is: Autumn!

The cold mystery has left on it’s way towards us.

I love in your green eyes the light of green water.

It’s a soft beauty, but only yesterday it left me for America.

Now there’s nothing, not your love, not your closet, not your ladder,

None of these things to throw me like the sun’s rays out onto the ocean.

It’s important that you love me, you soft bitch! you remind me of my mother,

Because you pour out gold, because you pour out and sing me to sleep.

I want to take you right where you are sitting; you are softer than cigarette smoke

Blown out on an Autumn day couching the sun in its palm.

Marry me! Death awaits us, and she is well read!

O whip me! I would press myself against your generous breasts

And suck you, and eat you white and torrential

In the season of your young ass, and your soft, soft stockings.