A black,

E white, I red, U green, O blue:

vowels, I shall tell, one day, of your mysterious origins:

A, black velvety jacket brilliant flies which buzz around cruel smells,
gulfs of shadows;

E, whiteness of vapours and of tents, lances of proud glaciers, white
kings, shivers of cow-parsley;

I, purples, spat blood, smile of beautiful lips in anger or in the raptures
of penitence;

U, waves, divine shudderings of viridian seas, the peace of pastures dotted
with animals,

the peace of the furrows whch alchemy prints on broad studious foreheads;

O, sublime Trumpet full of strange piercing sounds, silences crossed by
Angels and by Worlds –

O the Omega! The violet ray of Her Eyes! ———-

The star has wept rose-colour in the heart of your ears,

the infinite rolled white from your nape to the small of your back;

the sea has broken russet at your vermilion nipples,

and Man bled black at your royal side.