Chapter 45

Beneath the hooves of beasts am I! They gallop over my courtyard, the livid demons. To plunder? Or only to gallop? Galloping after galloping! The wild herds will pass, if not today then tomorrow; the sea winds will sweep the bellowing from the courtyard of my ear, today or tomorrow. I remain: polished: invulnerable and soft, like the destiny of life, with my silver body in your blue spring…