Mirrors: no one has yet described
what you truly are.
You fill the virtualities of time
as with holes of a sieve.
what you truly are.
You fill the virtualities of time
as with holes of a sieve.
You, prodigals of the empty hall
when the day dawns like a gaping forest,
and the luster shines like a sixteen-pointer
through your untreadableness!
when the day dawns like a gaping forest,
and the luster shines like a sixteen-pointer
through your untreadableness!
Some seem to have sunk into you,
others you’ve shyly sent away.
into those cheeks so chastely withheld
springs the dissolved daffodil.
springs the dissolved daffodil.
Sonnet 3, Sonnets to Orpheus, second series
