Perdidamente
Trovante
Madly
To be a poet is to be taller, is to be greater
Than men! To bite as if kissing!
It is to be a beggar and give as if being
King of the Kingdom of Here and Beyond Pain!
It is to have the splendor of a thousand desires
And not even know what is desired!
It is to have inside a blazing star,
It is to have claws and wings of a condor!
It is to be hungry, it is to thirst for the Infinite!
For a helmet, the golden and satin mornings...
It is to condense the world into a single shout!
And it is to love you, like this, madly...
It is to be soul, and blood, and life in me
And to say it singing to everyone!
