Why do I love you dreamy woman
curling around me like smoke, like a grape-vine
around my the chest, around my temples,
always young, always waving?

Why do I love you, fragile woman
a blade of grass that cut in two
the summery moon, throwing it into the water,
separated from itself, like lovers after hug? ...

Why do I love you, melancholy eyes,
brown sun sunrising over my shoulder,
dragging after a sky full of spices
with thin clouds without shadow?

Why do I love you, unforgettable hour,
that instead of sounds
rushes around my heart
a herd of young horses with rebel ridges?

Why do i love you, love,
swirl-seasons coloring the sky
(always another, always close)
like a leaf falling. Like a frosted breath.