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A HUNDRED FRAGRANCES





I’ll ask the horticulturist the proper names of the flowers

So I can bring back the memory of a hundred fragrances;

And I’ll bring back the fruit of love that reaches the sky.



I know you understand these fruits; you set them out as

Bowls in front of you. You even understand yourself as

A fruit in front of a mirror as you were drawn in.



And men such as I long for that fruit which is why we go

Up to these gardens and softly, every so softly are we

Drawn to those fragrances of that delicate  loveliness.



It is due to forsakenness that unripe fruit falls with a thud

Due to inattentiveness; you are not given to hearken to mere

Insouciance but turn as a heliotrope to beams of love.



Let me be as the sun to ripen that fruit so love can touch the sky;

And as I arrive from the sun, let the earth and rain bless the

Infusion of that ambrosia so that the hundred fragrances flourish.