And it was at that age Poetry arrived in search of me I don’t know, I don’t know Where it came from From winter or a river? I don’t know how or when No, they were not voices They were not words, nor silence But from a street I was 1)summoned from the branches of night 2)Abruptly from the others Among violent fires or returning alone There I was without a face and it touched me I did not know what to say My mouth had no way with names My eyes were blind and something started in my soul Fever or forgotten wings And I made my own way 3)deciphering that fire And I wrote the first 4)faint line Faint without substance Pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing And suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened And open planets 5)palpitating 6)plantations Shadow 7)perforated riddled with arrows, fire and flowers The winding night, the universe And I 8)infinitesimal being drunk with the great 9)starry 10)void Lightness image of mystery felt myself a pure part of the 11)abyss I wheeled with the stars My heart 12)broke loose on the wind