Like one who's voyaged over foreign oceans
am I among these eternally at home;
the full days stand dumbly on their tables,
but to me the far-off is full of dream.
Deep inside my face a world reaches,
which perhaps is uninhabited, like a moon;
but they leave no feeling to itself,
and all their words have long been lived in.
The things I brought with me from far away
appear outlandish, compared to theirs--:
in their great homeland they were wild animals,
here they hold their breath out of shame.
From The Book of Images
With a slight tilt of his forehead he rejects
everything that hems in and obliges;
for the wide circles of the eternal Coming
move hugely erected through his heart.
The deep heavens stand before him full of shapes,
and each may call to him: come, know me--,
Give his light hands nothing to hold
of your burdens. Otherwise they'll come at night
to you, to test you with a firmer grip,
and go like someone angry through your house
and sieze you as if they'd created you
and break you out of your mold.
From New Poems, 1907