THE FLESH.

O carnal love, life's laughter! Under these

Free Eden skies and on these blossomed leas,

Thy kiss is on these budding lips of ours.

The high grass is all gold, the drunken flowers

Voluptuously languish, every one,

Feverish as the earth is with the sun.

My heart leaps like a beast of light, and rears

And madly o'er the royal road careers,

Where my desires' processional altars are.

Your flesh is quivering and to mine replies,

Dearest, and glassed within your great pale eyes

Is Heaven immensely blue and deep and far.

Kiss me! The hour is sweet, and pure our kiss.

The deathless boon of living sings in us.

Let us with ravishment delirious

Possess each other, and in infinite bliss

Be born again, knowing life's mysteries!

Fold me and fill me with your hot caress,

O human goddess naked, exquisite!

I am drunken with your dazzling loveliness,

O queen of grace and beauty dowered with your

Young budding flesh so marvellously pure!

Contemporary Belgian Poetry Selected and Translated by Jethro Bithell · 第 173 / 232 题