Tanka # 175

كهمس الأوراق
خيال وجهها وهو يمرّ
بين حروف القصيدة،
تاركاً، في سماءها
خيوط فجرٍ أبيض كالماء

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To write her name
in the form of a poem
and feel in it moving
all the swirling eddies
in the oceans of the world

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Her dark hair
a rain of fire
flooded across my belly
and moving insatiably
to the rhythm of her head

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Haiku # 614

L’amour…
cette courbe qui tend
vers l’infinie

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Between me and you
a distance covered
by the shadow of poetry

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Trempée dans ses cheveux
la lune s’attarde
à se lever

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Do secret things to her…
leave your words stained
amid her thighs

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More lucent still
than the fullness of the moon…
the pages of her skin

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Plus luisants encore
que la pleine lune…
les pages de sa peau