To Ulysse Rocq, painter
Summer wind, you make women more beautiful
In light bodices, which their rebellious breasts
Swell. Summer wind, wind of flowers, sweet dream,
Caress a fabric that a lovely breast lifts.
In the woods, the fields, corollas, umbels
Surround the woman; above, the quarrels
Of birds, whose romance is too brief,
Fall in the warm air. A moment of truce.
And the pink hawthorn has vague scents,
The May rose falls from its stem,
Everything quivers in the air, song of a sweet vertigo.
Take off your dress and put on rings;
And show your breasts, eternal prodigy.
Let us kiss, before my blood congeals.
Charles Cros
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