As if you were falling backwards,
And silence is coming up.
Words are invading like brothers,
And at last what you see is Light.
What is the love of poets?
To intrude in somebody's mind,
Make the language of Light be spoken,
dictating to lips advance.
To heaven their breath to broaden,
Embracing them till they doze,
sleep awaken, and knowledge,
That they mingled with Universe.