I Dream of You
I dream of you far. I dream of you near.
You’re the same either way, singular and precise.
You change to soft music in the depths of my eyes.
As though, through a glance, I could see through my ear.
You see, you’re inside me as much as outside,
as you offer up your heart-song, open and wide.
And hidden in my temples, it’s your pounding I hear,
as you flow into me and then slowly disappear.
Jules SupervielleTranslated from French by Paul Weinfield, © 2013