Come, let’s ﬁnd the secret of the clear waters;
I’ll adore you, as a drowned person does the sea.
Those crabs whose hunger is sated on dead ﬂesh
Will be our friendly escorts, in joy.
Queen, I raised to you this shining palace,
From the remains of a vessel shipwrecked at night . . .
The gardens of corals, anemones, and algae
Lose nothing from the autumn’s breath.
Laughing like harlequins in a burlesque,
We’ll mount astride the backs of sharks.
Your eyes will gleam like phosphor
Through the dusk where no dawn laughs.
I am the being your bare breast once charmed,
Unable to hate or love you enough,
Whom you devoured as does your own escort,
Those crabs whose hunger is sated on dead ﬂesh . . .
Come, I’ll draw you the bitter water,
To love your death there in the sea’s night.