A landscape alive with invisible lines
A cloud obscures your afternoon
Who is moving out there? Who is it smiling
In an alien realm of sloe and silver?
Behind the sky's great sail-sheets the same light
And you know what that signifies
This heart-throbbing that is carried to you
Over expanses heavy with salt, it is the boats
The ray from the eaves finds its curve
The apple fleshes out its form in the rain, calmly
You are all that is missing
Insubvertible images, imperturbable repetitions
Forget it: now it grows lighter
And this scent of clover
The larks are rising like stones
The lovers have reached the sea.