“you will need an infinite patience to learn again
to love as not long ago a fire lost in the distance
halting you at the fall of day
somewhere in the unknown of a desert —

you ask only to be able to touch
at times the heat of a gentle beating,
light as a bird’s slip-stream
which breaks the circle of sight
[…]
little by little the sea sinks in itself
in the unique trait of a brushstroke
and I hear for a long time in the darkenss
the sound of the water, my only thought —

from "Nuits”