The most beautiful of oceans
it that which we never sailed.
The most beautiful of our sons
hasn't yet grown.
The most beautiful of our days
we still have to live.
And that
which I would like to you of most beautiful
I haven't yet told you.
You're my bondage and my freedom,
my flesh burning like a naked summer night,
you're my country.
Hazel eyes marbled green,
you're awesome, beautiful, and brave,
you're my desire always just out of reach.
To fall asleep,
my love, and wake up a hundred years later... "
" No,
my century doesn't scare me.
I'm not a deserter.
My miserable,
shameful century,
my daring,
grand,
heroic century.
I never regretted I was born too soon.
I'm a child of the twentieth century
and proud of it.
It's enough for me
to join the ranks in the twentieth century
on our side
and fight for a new world... "
" No, earlier--in spite of everything
And my dying, dawning century,
when those who laugh last will laugh best
(my awful night that come to light with rising cries),
will be all sunshine,
like your eyes... "