Capitolo 39
Dost you refuse?
_Vashti_.
I refuse the beauty of woman!
Not only to be banqueting with delight
Man's senses, I refuse; but you protect his/her heart
I won't serve. It is us for never to be for
The passion of love in man, and is not it ever loved?
Always the tool, never the music?
_Ishtar_.
I have not done with man.--You the true sayest,
Women are as a sin in the life: for that
The of the have made humanity in double sex.
Sin to desire woman has to be
The light well informed inside the soul of man,
From what he kills darkens badly it to be.
But will I leave him/it there? or it is able me I go away
Donna among these hungers? No: I hold
The angers of these fires as a soft clay
Obedient to my handling; there will be
Of man to desire, and of desired woman,
An only ecstasy divinely formed,
Two souls that you/they are known how an amazement.
Everybody that you hatest to wake up in man
Prepareth him for this; and you the thyself
Thy Art the a lot of hate prepared: because
The of the forgive thee, while seeing what comes of thee.
Now sees! of my divinity I will do
Thy feels scorching with vision, storying
The spirit of woman that grows from it loved to love.
_The First Sees: Helen_.
Helen is me a stupendous name,
The world, a fame that encircles against the sky,
As an alarm of tormented brass to sound
The news of war against the stone of mountains.
I move me in the power through the minds of men,
And it doesn't have any power to hold again my power.
The passions of men give birth on my feet as waves
What fiercely fallow deer after the going leaves without breath;
But not as the wind, shaking away the foam
Of the lust that pursues some waves that complain,
And on the clamour of the bad seas'
Monstrous word that slightly races, unharmed.
They gives birth on me all the lusts of the world,,
Bewildering my footsteps with extending nearby,
And their horrible spit breathes against me.
Passions cry you round off me with to whine that it shouts
Of chained dogs and starving and smelling blood.
Yea, for through me the world becomes a calm place
Of the alienated avarice. In defenseless beauty I am standing