Translation:The Black Heralds (1918)/Communion
Communion
Regal Beauty! Your veins are fermentationsof my old nonexistence and of the blackchampagne of my experience.
Your hair is the unknown rootof the tree of my vine.Your hair is the is the thread of a miterof the daydream I lost!
Your body is the foaming scrapof a rosy Jordan;and it waves like a beatific lakethat would put to shame the evil viper!
Your arms make one thirst for the infinite,with their chaste Hesperides of light,as two white redemptive paths,two dying cries from one cross.And they’re manifested in the unvanquished bloodof my blue impossibility!
Your feet are two heraldic larkseternally arriving from my yesterday!Regal Beauty! Your feet are the two tearsthat I choked back when falling from the Spirit,on a Palm Sunday when I entered the world,already forever far from Bethlehem.