The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 12/7/05)

[RetroLounge]

SPRING

Tender, the young auburn woman,
By such innocence aroused,
Said to the blonde young girl
These words, in a soft low voice:
"Sap which mounts, and flowers which thrust,
Your childhood is a bower:
Let my fingers wander in the moss
Where glows the rosebud

"Let me among the clean grasses
Drink the drops of dew
Which sprinkle the tender flower, —

"So that pleasure, my dear,
Should brighten your open brow
Like dawn the reluctant blue."

Her dear rare body, harmonious,
Fragrant, white as white
Rose, whiteness of pure milk, and rosy
As a lily beneath purple skies?

Beauteous thighs, upright breasts,
The back, the loins and belly, feast
For the eyes and prying hands
And for the lips and all the sense

"Little one, let us see if your bed
Has still beneath the red curtain
The beautiful pillow that slips so
And the wild sheets. O to your bed!"

Paul Verlaine

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RL