The poem
Under the lips and limbs, the embraces, faces, Under the sharp circumference, the brightness, Under the fence of shadows, Is something I am seeking; Under the faces a face, Under the new an old or a not-yet-come-to; Under the voices a peace.
Am I a darkness all your flames must light? A mirror all your eyes must look into - That dares not yet reflect the neutral sky, The empty eye of the sky?