In the beginning, the light and the first hour
when the lips still on the clay
test the things of the world
Green blood and golden bulbs in the earth
Pandora in her sleep spread out and the sea
gauzes of ether unbleached
under the carob trees and the tall upright palms
There alone I faced
the world
weeping bitterly
My soul sought a Signalman and a Herald
I then saw, I remember
the three Black Women
raising their hands towards the East
Golden-backed and the cloud they left
little by little fading to the right