This is from 1939.
It's called, "The Hyacinth Symphony".
Stand a little closer to the silence,
and gather the hair of this night drawing her naked body.
It has many horizons, many composers,
and a faith that burns tirelessly each time all 52
of her cards.
Then she begins with something else, your hand,
to which she gives pearls so it may find
a desire an inlet of sleep.
Stand a little closer to the silence
and embrace the huge anchor that regales the depths.
Soon in the clouds, and you will not understand but cry,
cry for me to kiss you.
And when I go to open a slit and the lie,
a small blue skylight in intoxication, you'll bite me.
Small, jealous of my soul shadow.
Breeder of a music under the stars.
Stand a little closer to me.