Debout Sur Mon Orgueil Je Veux Montrer Au Sair


Delmira Agustini

Forsaking my pride, I want to show the night

The inside of my cloak, plunged in mourning for your charms.

Its infinite handkerchiefs, its handkerchiefs black and black,

Piece by piece, tenderly, will drink all my tears.

The night lays lilies upon my burning roses

And cool cloths upon my feverish brow...

How good the evening will be! It will have, for me,

The luminous soul, the profound body, of a magnificent lover.

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