Ode III

Her arms, her legs, her back
her lips, her ears, her nose
her hair like streams of gold
all I saw, and then I saw her eyes
and then her eyes were all I saw
and all things after that
I saw for the first time

Ode II

I heard in the afternoon the song of birds
they hid in the afternoon, the singing birds
but I knew the color of their feathers
because I heard the color of their songs

Perene

Sua filha Sofia sofria só, filha.