In the warm mist of a girl's breath
I took my place.
I stole away, I did not quit my place.
Her arms weigh nothing. One encounters them like water.
All that is faded disappears before her. Nothing is left but her eyes:
Tall splendid gra**, tall splendid flowers growing in our field.
Impediment so light upon my breast, how heavily you weigh there now,
What pressure you exert there, now that you are no more.