Poetry of Gods

Comme je t'aime

"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Éluard

I read your verses for all the verses I have never read.
I feel your presence
for all the presences I have never sensed,
out there.

I see the faultlessness
in all the blemish shapes,
infinite love
in the finite man.
I see you in everything
I've ever seen
I've ever been.

I love you forever
in all the inadequacy of time,
You've been always with me
beyond all the walls and fences of space.
in all the branches
that palpitates the same love
the same rose,
flutter
the same dove,

for all the men
for the breed of mankind
the cavaliers
of the aurora's paths.

I see poetry
in its brute imperfect nature,
in the castle of sublime dreams,
built in the imperfect world,
by the bricks of imperfect words.

I see
the fire you stole for mankind,
a Prometheus
in the chain of tongue,
link by link
word by word:

God
that only remembers himself
in poetry.