You arouse curiosity woman,
In the houses
By the shore
And nobody knows
What turmoil,
What mingling
Of mind and will
Between the two poles
Of Europe
Went to mould
Your shape. |
If every woman died but you
And you, yourself
Embodied them all,
Not a soul would wonder
At Adam's sin.
Strong locks would be placed
On each full orchard,
Lest the apple of knowledge
Be stolen. |
You lift a man's mind
To his sleeping memory
Of elbow on knee
And fireside whispers.
The knowing chuckle
From a night's secret corner.
Small random hints
Of all women's scent
Obtained by Eve
From the serpent
In a treacherous whisper. |
