| Always for
the First Time Always for the first
time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house
at an angle to
my window
A wholly imaginary house
It is there that from one second to the next
In the inviolate darkness
I anticipate once more the fascinating rift
occurring
The one and only rift
In the facade and in my heart
The closer I come to you
In reality
The more the key sings at the door of the unknown
room
Where you appear alone before me
At first you coalesce entirely with the
brightness
The elusive angle of a curtain
It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a
road in the
vicinity of Grasse
With the diagonal slant of its girls picking
Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants
stripped bare
Before them a T-square of dazzling light....
There is
By my leaning over the precipice
Of your presence and your absence in hopeless
fusion
My finding the secret
Of loving you
Always for the first time
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