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Albert SAMAIN ! (1858-1900)
When I am at your feet...
When I am at your feet, like a faithful to the Immobile and pious temple
, when I fervently contemplate
Your exquisite mouth or floats a beloved smile,
Your blond hair shining like a golden helmet,
Your leaning eyes from which falls a cuddly sweetness,
Your slender neck emerging from a stream of muslin,
The shadow of your long eyelashes on your cheek and your breasts
Where my jealous kisses fall in swarms,
When I absorb your life thus by each pore,
And, like a burning censer that evaporates,
When I feel, with a radiant thrill exalted,
All my heart with long waves smoking towards your beauty,
Always this vain unfulfilled desire haunts
me To take with me your living eyes of love,
To put them in my heart as one keeps a jewel
To find them at any time and everywhere.
So when I go away, to keep in my soul
a little more of you shining, sweet flame,
To the lips that you stretch towards my lips as a lover
With long features, with long features, I drink madly
Of a thirst for desert, voracious, unsatisfied,
As if I wanted to take you from your life!...!
But in vain... for barely one last time have I sent my supreme heart to
You at your fingertips,
Finding myself alone on the pavement of sound
In the street where your window still shines there,
I feel among the night wind exhaling
All that I had taken from you to go away...
And with all its treasure my sad heart is emptying,
For your subtle love, O woman, is more fluid
than living water, which we draw from the springs in the woods
And which we feel, in spite of everything, fleeing through our fingers...
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