PASSING BY

I believed that your eyes were flooding the world…
Opened like mouths in clamor… So aching
That they seemed a heart broken in two ardent pieces…
They were flowing from your enigmatic face

As two springs grave and poisonous…
Forges of fire and shadow, your pupils!… so deep
That I know not from where they spied me,
Round and obscure like distant and timid worlds.

Ah, your eyes so sad like two galleries
Opened to the west!… And the shadowy paths
Of your dark-circled eyes where I traced my path!

I wrapped in a great gesture my horror like in a veil,
And I walked away believing that in the sky there appeared
The moist midnight of your starless gaze!