It began at the top of my head,
Where the dignified thoughts are.
Pity them! They fell far.
Philosophy turned into crying;
Infant fears my new philosophy,
Getting what it wants by lying.
After this occurred, what is left to say?
Reason descended and passion rose.
I read that eyes were paths to love:
When she was near, I looked in those.
Deprived of breath, I became drunk,
For what is the point of intoxication?
To die while you are living,
For love makes everything want to die.
The trick was: it seemed to be her.
But it all happened in my eye,
It all happened in my breath,
It was me inside me falling
And mine was a beautiful death.
The falling was happening in myself;
A frightening fall inside my head,
And after breath, blood succumbed;
My happy death knew at last it was dead.
My death found joy in a living
No longer known as life.
My life I tossed to her. Finally my feet fell;
I fell beside her.
I have not been myself since she became my wife.
