A Frivolous Conversation
-My past is a stupid butterfly’s overseas voyage.
My future is a garden where a cook cuts the throat of a rooster.
What do I have, with all my pain and rebellion?
-Take a moment, just one, and when its fine shell,
Two joined palms, slowly opens
What do you see?
-A pearl, a second.
-Inside a second, a pearl, in that star saved from time,
What do you see when the wind of mutability ceases?
-The earth, the sky, and the sea, richly cargoed ships,
Spring mornings full of dew and faraway princedoms.
At marvels displayed in tranquil glory
I look and do not desire for I am content.
Published in King Popiel and Other Poems 1962.