Song of Two Windows

Wind, window, moon (I open the window to the sky) Wind, window, moon (I open the window to the earth) Then From the sky The voices of two girls.

In the middle of my mirror A girl is drowning The voice of a single girl. She holds cold fire like a glass Each thing she watches Has become double. Cold fire is Cold fire is. In the middle of my mirror A girl is drowning The voice of a single girl.

A branch of night Enters through my window A great dark branch With bracelets of water Behind a blue mirror Someone is drowning The wounded instants Along the clock — pass.

I stick my head out of the window

and I see a chopper of wind ready to cut it off. Upon that invisible guillotine I have mounted the heads without eyes of all my desires, and the odor of lemon fills all of the instant while the wind changes to a flower of gas.

At the pool there has died A girl of water She has pushed the earth aside Like a ripe apple Down from her head to her thighs A fish crosses her, calling softly The wind whispers, "Darling" But is unable to awaken her

The pool holds loosely Its rider of something And in the air its gray nipples Vibrate with frogs. God, we hail you. We will make payment To Our Lady of Water For the girl in the pool Dead below the ripples. I will soon put at her side Two small gourds Because they can keep afloat, Yes, even in water.