Canto Pequeño II
far-'way agonized tunings taunt my tears;
Frozen, I lie, prickled - o sumptuous fear!
I'm tethered to a schizophrenic Storm.
Unforewarned, a stranger here, but he finds me,
enfolds me in his Dreams; unquiet I lie -
a stranger in his arms or to myself?
No space here for Jesters - only lovers!
Finally! - I'm honored to be stung;
Why am I a chosen one,
hung, in the pre-Dawn rose, )
Canto Pequeño IV
Play me, move me, Maiden of Flowers;
Weave me into your faery-flocked wreath;
I never minded the stultifying Heat;
I rather loved His touch
these bewitch-ed pre-Dawn hours -
tethered to the schizophrenic Storm