O dreamy one, that I may plunge To the pure unchanneled delight, Know how to tend my wing, By a subtle fiction, in your hand. Each pulse of my throbbing Brings the cool wind of dusk. Each imprisoned beat Delicately defers the horizon. Vertigo! Now space trembles Like an unaccepted kiss which, crazed By its huge birth and loss of lips, Can neither burst nor yet subside. O sense the paradise Shy as buried laughter Flowing from the corner of your mouth Through the deep unanimous fold! The scepter of roseate shores Stilled on evenings of gold, this it is, This closed white fluttering which you put Against the fire of a bracelet. |