Like moody beasts they lie along the sands;
Look where the sky against the sea-rim clings:
Foot stretches out to foot, and groping hands
Have languors soft and bitter shudderings.
Some, smitten hearts with the long secrecies,
On velvet moss, deep in the bowers' ease,
Prattling the love of timid infancies,
Are tearing the green bark from the young trees.
Others, like sisters slowly walk and grave;
By rocks that swarm with ghostly legions,
Where anthony saw surging on the waves
The purple breasts of his temptations.
-tr. John Gray, Silverpoints (1893)
* The title of this poem is often translated as "Lesbians"
Look where the sky against the sea-rim clings:
Foot stretches out to foot, and groping hands
Have languors soft and bitter shudderings.
Some, smitten hearts with the long secrecies,
On velvet moss, deep in the bowers' ease,
Prattling the love of timid infancies,
Are tearing the green bark from the young trees.
Others, like sisters slowly walk and grave;
By rocks that swarm with ghostly legions,
Where anthony saw surging on the waves
The purple breasts of his temptations.
-tr. John Gray, Silverpoints (1893)
* The title of this poem is often translated as "Lesbians"
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