Knowledge

I've stitched my dress with continents,
bound the equator round my waist.
I waltz to a steady rhythm, bending slightly.

I can't stop my arms
plunging into galaxies,
gloved to elbows in adhesive gold:
I carry on my arms a star's vaccine.

With such greedy sight
my eyelids flutter in the breeze
like a strange enthusiastic plant.

No one fears me
except Error,
who is everywhere.

Nina Cassian