The auto-mobile
jaguar has inside
a dream made of glass.


A bottle of perfume
from the woman who rides
over the waves.


The woman of glass
is sweet at rough hours
and virtuous like a flute.


O glass!  The flatness
the sand... The waves
ever returning.


My body has all
the materials of life:
sand, iron and glass.


      
Translation by Andrew Yencken
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