Breath, you invisible poem!
Always for yourself
exchanged. Counter-play
in which I rhythmically occur.
Single wave, whose
gradual sea I am;
thriftiest of all possible seas,
room to gain.
Of how many of these places was the space already there
in me? Some breezes
are like my children.
Do you recognize me, air, you, full of my location?
you, once smooth as paper,
bark and leaf of my words.
Sonnet 1 in Sonnets to Orpheus, second series.
