"Afternoon Song " (wiersz klasyka)

 
Though your wicked eyebrows call
Your nature into question
(Unangelic`s their suggestion,
Witch whose eyes enthrall)
 
I adore you still
O foolish terrible emotion
Kneeling in devotion
As a priest to his idol will.
 
Your undone braids conceal
Desert, forest scents,
In your exotic countenance
Lie secrets unrevealed.
 
Over your flesh perfume drifts
Like incense `round a censor,
Tantalizing dispenser
Of evening`s ardent gifts.
 
No Philtres could compete
With your potent idleness:
You`ve mastered the caress
That raises dead me to their feet.
 
Your hips themselves are romanced
By your back and by your breasts:
By your languid dalliance.
 
Now and then, your appetite`s
Uncontrolled, unassuaged:
Mysteriously enraged,
You kiss me and you bite.
 
Dark one, I am torn
By your savage ways,
Then, soft as the moon, your gaze
Sees my tortured heart reborn.
 
Beneath your satin shoe,
Beneath your charming silken foot.
My greatest joy I put
My genius and destiny, too.
  
You bring my spirit back,
Bringer of the light.
Exploding color in the night
Of my Siberia so black.