Psalm V

Beauty exists, la ermozura egziste and paradises

are not artificial, yet how can one have fans

of ginkgo, green right next to yellow, and human

faces in the sunshine, pearls of architecture and thoughts

about the dust that we become? Two days later

I remember only theory, what we said concerning

the mathematics of the Alhambra and the fragments

of poems, so I undress quickly, to catch life

red-handed, to relish the goodness

of your home amid the hills encircled

by a wedding party where I seek and find, seek

and do not find, seek and disappear and —