On a Warm Evening

On a warm evening, if I shut both eyes
And breathe the smell of heat from your breast,
I see unfolding the coast
That endless sun has burnt into a haze.

An island state serene, whence nature grows
Of strangest trees, and fruits of delicate taste,
Where the men are strong, and the women rest
Their eyes on one with startling openness.

Following your smell toward this charming zone,
I spy a harbor full of masts and sails
Shaking from the oceans waves and winds.

And then the scent of stronger seas,
Wafts my nostrils and swells my heart,
Mixed with the shacks of the sea-men.