Oaristys, Poem by Charles Cros

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Sandalwood CasketPeriod 19th century

You made unforeseen and fanciful confessions to me
One evening when you had arrayed yourself royally,
Hair piled high, and a poppy-red ribbon in your hair
That crowned your brow with its golden flame.

You had said to me “I am yours if you want me”;
And, trembling, you gave yourself to my kisses.
On your icy throat and your nervous flanks
Venus’s shivers pearled your nacreous skin.

The scent of your hair, the whiteness of your teeth,
Your supple starts and your rumbling sighs,
Your anxious kisses of a playful lioness

Gave me, at once, the fear and the desire
To see end, after the dazzling pleasure,
By eternal death, the tumultuous night.

Charles Cros

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