The Role of the Immersed in Light

Anywhere you can bear it,
This paradoxical sun,
The beauty of which no one

Can sustain, not directly,
But without which the heart sinks
Hopelessly, back in its cave,

Without which, all other light
Slowly becomes oppressive,
This gold sun, gods’ ancestor,

You immerse yourself in it,
In green waves, in dusty rooms,
Between walls of skyscrapers,

In the courtyards of lizards
Who need it more than you do.