The First Evening

The First Evening

She was very
much half dressed,

and big indiscreet trees

threw out their leaves against the pane:

cunningly, and close, quite close.

Sitting half naked in my big chair,

she clasped her hands.

Her small and so delicate feet

trembled with pleasure on the floor.

The colour of wax, I watched

a little wild ray of light

flutter on her smiling lips

and on her breast – an insect on the rose-bush.

I kissed her delicate ankles.

She laughed softly and suddenly,

a string of clear trills,

a lovely laugh of crystal.

The small feet fled beneath

her petticoat: ‘Stop it, do!’ –

The first act of daring permitted,

her laugh pretended to punish me!

Softly I kissed her eyes –

trembling beneath my lips, poor things –

she threw back her fragile head:

‘Oh come now! that’s going too far!’

‘Listen, sir, I have something to say to you .. ‘

I transferred the rest to her breast in a kiss

which made her laugh with a kind laugh that was willing…

She was very much half-dressed,

and big indiscreet tress threw out their leaves

against the pane: cunningly, and close, quite close.