The couple is the aim, the nature’s sacral order:
Excited of it, through spaces the eagles search each for another,
The dolphin females beat up the sea to find their bridegrooms,
Even the stars to constellations yoke themselves in sky rooms...
Alike the grape vine unto the proud oak tree, to you I spread
My bunches full of passions with their charming pith;
Within the worship’s net, I reel you and I face,
Any verse written for you means one more embrace.
We two are the victims of the melodiously law,
Because at the casual forms love does not look for:
If you would have been a woman, should I really have chosen you?
Why do you leave me now? Do you wrest yourself, do you undo?

Halved and within the crushing powder,
How could I wear alone the love’s burden?

New Year 1955