No, but the soul
Void of words, and this heavy body,
Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:
With no more ado, blasphemy, I
Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I
Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
Void of words, and this heavy body,
Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:
With no more ado, blasphemy, I
Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I
Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
Mallarme - Poems
