Night Flowers

Leaves, what are you? Flowers feed on me.

On a hill in Rome There's my "Magnificent" with the red Petals and white spike. In Tuscany My "Passion." And in Paris The orchid, blue, called by the inhabitants "The Gendarme." I recall

The night I watered it with tears In a room that smelled like humus.

And the cactus flowers of Monaco On the violet-colored hill are unfolding Near three nuns in their enormous hats Poised on a rock like gulls or ships that sail To Africa.