Song

Again I see your slow mouth
(The sea flows to meet it in the night)
And the mare of your loins
Hurling you in agony
Into my singing arms,
And a sleep retrieving you
To coloured things and new deaths.

And the cruel solitude
That every lover finds within himself,
Now an endless grave,
Divides me from you for ever.

Dear one, distant as in a mirror...

Giuseppe Ungaretti in Selected Poems, Penguin, 1971.