This poem discusses the themes of love, longing, and separation. It describes two lovers who are deeply connected to each other both physically and emotionally. However, it also expresses the fear and sadness of being apart from one's loved one, even for a short time, and the pain of loss that one feels without their presence. The poem ultimately celebrates the intimacy and comfort that the narrator finds when reunited with their partner.

1. I want to look back and see
you in the branches.
Little by little you turned
into fruit.
It was easy for you to rise
from the roots,
singing your syllable of
sap.

2. Two happy lovers make one bread,
a single moon drop in the grass.
Walking, they cast two shadows that flow together;
waking, they leave one sun empty in their bed.

3. I love you without knowing
how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without
problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I don't know any
other way of loving

4. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom
and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the
earth.

5. Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss,
what lonely wanderings before finding you!
Trains now trundle through the rain without
me.
Spring has yet to come to Taltal.

6. But you and I, my love, are together,
together from our clothes to our bones,
together in Autumn, in our water, at our hips,
until it's just you together, me together.

7. Lost in the woods, I snapped off a dark branch
and, lifted its murmur, in thirst, to my lips:
perhaps the weeping voice of the rain,
a shattered bell, or a broken heart.

8. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run
together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will
drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

9. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

10. Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Though this be the last pain that he makes me
suffer
and these the last verses that I write for him.
Einstein