Capitolo 40
Alone in the mean of the terrible adoration;
And, you round off me it crowded, the to give birth, giving birth lusts
Opens their throats on me and you whine and lick
My feet with dripping languages, or it looks fixed to pant
Warm hunger in my face. For me I/you/they are done
To put their surly hearts to possess my life,
And with an anger of love you devour my beauty;
And still to seal above in their dominated hearts
The anger, and it brings them in croucht you adore down
In front of me, curved with impotent desire.
A calm place that the world was first I came
A conflict, a dream of fire, in his/her sleep;
And with their senses the delights of men ended.
But I struck through their senses news that it burns
Of things without end and impossible, and mixt
Wild lightning in their room of the obscurity.--Then
Agony, and a persistently asking for delight
Sensual taking that escapes, started in men;
And agony was poison in the health
Of sweet desire.--The joy of me that men have tried
To grab with strange frenzy and desire
New fact with astuteness. But still to my feet
The lusts their tarrs on me crouch down him and fallow deer
And it snarls to be so terrible of their prey.
I see the faces of men sneer with defenseless lust
Around me; folded up hands please they arrive out to
Their warm nerves with the flower of my skin;
I see the eyes that imagine enjoyment,
The arm that you/they twist him to grab me and the minds
Inflamed as the joyfulness-done hearts to turn on of demons.
And through the world the to give birth, giving birth lusts
Pursue me with adoration of a hungry ardent desire:
And I am tired of men to make to go crazy with beauty.
_The Second the Vision: Sappho_.
In as equitable the life of a man of hath of fortune
Fallen out of the obscurity!--This bright earth
Maketh my hesitation heart; yea, my spirit
Curves and arcs down in the delight of vision,
Taken by the strength of the beauty, rippled around
How sea alga him movement from the deep winds of water:
For him the whole news of love is to me.
Through runs pine-fragrant, where the shaded earth