R:
And now, the second
She comes, she comes
Sweet Jane, who is flown from me
Spurned me, rejected me
After so long
After so much....
Returned to her hearth,
Returned to her home,
To her husband and her children,
While I die alone.
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The Queen of Beauty!
Absolute eyes
And supple, motive hands
Their gestures emulate the turning spheres
The Queen of Beauty!
The pulse of hearts
When breast to breast we lay
The tongue the teeth the lips the cheek the throat
J:
A blue silk dress
A roseleaf, reverie
La Belle Iseult you sought
And it was me
Attending the Beloved,
Pandora, Proserpine
Astarte Syriaca
Your heart was mine
In your painted visions
I assumed my place
And even Dante’s lady
Bore my face
Bound each to another
Near neighbors to death
We fell still together
And shared one breath
R:
A mouth that has been kissed lives on in freshness
Preserves its beauty
Grows ever new
A mouth that has been kissed is blooming always
In dream or memory
To be kissed again
J:
The mouth, when first it’s kissed, when first it rises
The moon at twilight
A lamp at dusk
The kissed mouth needs no words to give it meaning
No words but motion
To spin its tale
R:
The kissed mouth is the speaking mouth’s companion
It fares forth boldly
Where speech can not
J:
In time the speaking mouth subsides to silence
And now that silence
Is only silence