I want to write different words for you
To invent a language for you alone
To fit the size of your body
And the size of my love.
I want to travel away from the dictionary
And leave my lips.
I am tired of my mouth
I want a different one
That can change
Into a cherry tree or a matchbox,
A mouth from which words can emerge
Like nymphs from the sea,
Like white chicks jumping from the magician’s hat.
translated by Bassam K. Frangieh & Clementina R. Brown
Has that Neruda feeling. Thanks for showing poets from other places.
We are all kin.
Magic!
I think so, too.