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Dear indolent, I love to see, In your body bright, How like shimmering silk the skin Reflects the light ! On the deep ocean of your hair Where perfume laves, Odorous and vagabond sea Of blue and brown waves, Like a vessel awakening When morning winds rise My dreaming soul begins to sail Toward remote skies. Your two eyes that neither sweetness Nor bitterness hold Are two chilly gems mingled of Iron and gold. When you walk in rhythm, lovely With abandonment, You seem to be swayed by a wand, A dancing serpent. Your child's head under the burden Of your indolence Sways as delicately as a Young elephant's, And your body bends and straightens Like a slender ship That, plunging and rolling, lets the Yards in water dip. When, like a stream by thawing of Glaciers made replete, The water of your mouth rises Up to your teeth, I drink a Bohemian wine, Powerful and tart, A liquid sky that sows its stars Within my heart !