To She Who Is Too Light-Hearted

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Old 17-Oct-2010
To She Who Is Too Light-Hearted

Your head, your gesture, your air,
are lovely, like a lovely landscape:
laughterís alive, in your face,
a fresh breeze in a clear atmosphere.

The dour passer-by you brush past there,
is dazzled by health in flight,
flashing like a brilliant light
from your arms and shoulders.

The resounding colours
with which you sprinkle your dress,
inspire the spirits of poets
with thoughts of dancing flowers.

Those wild clothes are the emblem
of your brightly-hued mind:
madcap by whom Iím terrified,
I hate you, and love you, the same!

Sometimes in a lovely garden
where I trailed my listlessness,
Iíve felt the sunlight sear my breast
like some ironic weapon:

and Springís green presence
brought such humiliation
Iíve levied retribution on
a flower, for Natureís insolence.

So through some night, when the hour
of sensual pleasure sounds,
Iíd like to slink, mute coward, bound
for your bodyís treasure,

to bruise your sorry breast,
to punish your joyful flesh,
form in your startled side, a fresh
woundís yawning depth,

and breath-taking rapture!
through those lips, new and full
more vivid and more beautiful
infuse my venom, my sister!

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