From
Hieroglyphics
 

1

A ghost
you attend to the ruby time
No east will rise in you
or west
A niche
drowned in blue rustle shrouded by the Kingdom
A clay horizon
Eternity
dangling like a bunch of grapes
for a hand that drifts away
and dies

A stone
forgets its master
Was he 
here
or was he there
A stone above a stone
rises to watch you
the Comer
No one
is still awake but you

A silence attends to me
And for you
my guest there will be a night of papyri
and a night of 
ageless
distances
arriving in hissing scents
The night's end
and beginning
are identical
Friezes are becoming one
under the feet of the river's dusk
Intoxication echoes resonate inside me 
and fade away
 

From
Rose of Dust 

1
Shattered places
and the breeze
of dawn wakes up on me

2
My shoulder still in slumber
A cloud bowing
to the flicker of infinity

3
Is it that trees invent their echo
or 
has the blind
just dipped his hand
in water

4
The poet closes 
his eyes
on a rose
of
dust

5
Scratching my window-pane
the pine tree 
lightly shudders
under a snow of ashes

6
Smooth water
From which paleness
did the wind return
and throw another topaz in the river

7
Solitude
could
end with winding paths
intoxication
trips
But whenever I inquire about death
a lady stands against me
impetuous and mute

8
The night barks here
Thumps somewhere
And I am drinking
Hölderlin's wine

9
A shimmer
Then another
Enough for the magician
to make sure
that time is tame
that poetry is a call

10
No one saw me
quietly opening a drawer
to see
where did my self 
sneak in

11
My bones have their own biting frost
Is there a name that will go out
before me tonight

12
Clouds upon clouds
flutter
A leap
I almost thought my hand
was made of clouds

13
Play with my poetry's lock
I say
I'm a lantern
a rug
a snow
a wall

14
Two stars kidnapped my hand
For a second
I watched it
tremble
weep
Am I
or am I