Chapter 4 Sonnets of Love

Eight If it weren't for your eyes the color of the moon, There are rainbows, labor, and the colors of the day with fire, And when caught, it has the liveliness of air; If it weren't for you being an amber seven days a week; If it weren't for you being a golden hour, Autumn climbed the vine in that hour, And you are still the fragrant moon turning the flour The finely made bread sown in the sky; O beloved, I would not love you! In your arms I embrace all of life, sand, time, and trees in the rain, And all the living things I live for: I don't have to go that far to see them,

I see everything alive in your life. 17 I love you more than a rose that takes you as salt: Topaz Or the arrows of carnations that scatter fire; I love you like something dark loves Secretly, love is between shadows and hearts. I love you like a plant that does not bloom The light of those flowers is hidden within itself. Thanks to your love, I'm alive inside That compressed air that rises from the dirt. I love you, I don't know how to love, when to love, where to love; I love you directly, without pride and without question: I love you like this because I don't know any other way to love,

Only this way, without me or you in it, So close, your hand on my breast is my hand, So close, you close your eyes with my dream. 82 My love, when closing the door at night I beseech you, love, travel in the dark realms: Close your dreams and bring your sky into my eyes, Stretches like a wide river in my blood. Goodbye, goodbye, from before to everyday The brutal brightness on the shoulder bag, Farewell, clock or citrus, every light; Welcome, shadow, uninterrupted companion! In this ship or water, death or birth We are together again, sleep, and wake, We are the blood couple of the night.

I don't know who is dead and who is alive, who is dying and who is awake, But it's your heart, it's in my chest Distributing thousands of gifts of dawn. Translated by Wang Yangle