A house of stone…
A house of stone and linen curtains tinted by rays of light and dust.
The ocean, stretching to the horizon, peers through the window.
Inside the house, a woman, a virgin still ; her ashen hair, teased by winds from the high sea, dances with the evening.
On the table, her old, well-folded trousseau catches her eye just as the night birds start to sing.
Translated by James Thomas