with gorgeous flowers where sleeps the kiss,
vivid, and bursting through the sumptuous tapestry,
a startled faun shows his two eyes
and bites the crimson flowers with his white teeth.
Stained and ensanguined like mellow wine,
his mouth bursts out in laughter beneath the branches.
And when he has fled – like a squirrel –
his laughter still vibrates on every leaf,
and you can see, startled by a bullfinch,
the Golden Kiss of the Wood,
gathering itself together again.
and said a prayer to the rainbow,through the spider’s web.Oh! the precious stones that began to hide,–and the flowers that already looked around.In the dirty main street, stalls were set upand boats were hauled toward the sea,high tiered as in old prints.Blood flowed at Blue Beard’s,–through slaughterhouses, in circuses,where the windows were blanched by God’s…
Will function in your eveningThe Lilies, those pessaries of ectasy!In our own age sago,When Plants work for their living,The Lily will dring blue loathingsFrom you religious Proses!– Monsieur de Kerdrel’s fleur-de-lys,The Sonnet of eighteen-thirty,The Lily they bestow on the BardTogether with the pink and the amaranth!Lilies! lilies! None to be seen!Yet in your Verse, like…
and die the happier: since I am patient!If my pain submits, if I ever have any gold,shall I choose the North or the Country of Vines? …– Oh! It is shameful to dream – since it is pure loss!And if I become once more the old traveler,never can the green inn be open to me…
Beat a branch at the windowTo see what it could see.Perched on my enormous easy chair,Half nude, she clasped her hands.Her feet trembled on the floor,As soft as they could be.I watched as a ray of pale light,Trapped in the tree outside,Danced from her mouthTo her breast, like a fly on a flower.I kissed her…
with the scent of polish and fruit,I was shoveling up at my easea plateful of some Belgian dishor other, and sprawling in my enormous chair.While I ate, I listened, happy and silent, to the clock.The kitchen door opened with a gust,and the servant girl came in,I don’t know what for,neckerchief loose, hair dressed impishly.And, passing…
Were shouting out loud, in the middle of town:‘Oh, my friends… I wanter her to be queen! ‘‘I want to be a queen! ‘She kept on laughing and trembling,While he talked to his friends about revelations,And tribulations at an end.They laughed and they leaned close to one another.And, of course, they were royal…All morning long,…
