Capitolo 11
The garden of the seasons and the brave hills,
Did this whole green float of earth moor in the seas?
The way of the sun to go by bicycle the air,
The stars that God imagines from the the night?
What is this back part them, that we am not able near,
Secret still on the point of chatters,
The ghost in the world that flies from the called being?
Where do you/they find their beauty from, all these?
They does but they furnishes of glasses a power on lantern for man,
And the beauty of woman is the therein of the flame
Feeding on sacred oil the desire of man,,
A gilded flame that possesses all the earth.
Or as a queen on an embassage
From out some mountain-careful far the renown,
Door travels in trailer stockt from its servile mines,
The his/her first to appear and it imitates, with a precious friendship;
Then comest you from the rooms of the stars
On thy it visits famous to man the king;
Bringing therefore from the mints and shops of Sky,
Where you didsts possess he/she works of all the fates,
A bright traffic, that whole man calls the beauty:
There is not out equity holding for the heart of man
Against thee and man custom. Or hard to be borne,
Often hard to be borne is the beauty of woman!--
And well me diviner ago but it covers on
The enmity, hanging the falsehood among our souls,
And purchase to a deceitful price the mouth
True hath of the nature for thee, to speak fair of thee.
It was not so the thought of gilded man with beauty of thy,
Donna and takings in the desire of thee,
Or, there'ld is hate in its use of thee.
You should be thankful for Your agreeability!
_Vashti_.
Yes, I am thankful. For me I hope, my gentleman,
Us women know our style. Ay, we joke
Sometimes with impetuous thoughts of intrigue that come
I confess to bother our subjugation.
We to us have said, that when God took
The fierce beginning of the world of unwrought
From out his/her ardent passion, and, breathing fresh,
Tamed the fused and wild being with his/her hands,
Way and workt the warm clay in world,
Then with green mercy it calmed the earth
It is claspt it with the summer of blue seas,