I only have you, my temporary body–
I don’t adorn you with blue and yellow flowers–
your weak mud is too small for the terrible
soul I carry.
Give me a body, you mountains,
give me a body capable of bearing
my madness in full!
Big earth, be my trunk,
be the chest for this furious heart,
be the shelter for the storms that toss me,
be the vessel of my stubborn self!
My great footsteps will then be heard
in the vast cosmos–
I will be unstoppable and free,
the way I am,
When I make love
I’ll stretch all my oceans to the sky,
they will be rolling, vigorous arms
to take and bend his waist,
to kiss his bright stars.
When I hate
I’ll smash under my stone feet
the poor trembling suns
and perhaps I’ll smile.
But I only have you, my temporary body.
translated by Andrei Codrescu