Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -
Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,
O nights, or the light of my lamp,
On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,
No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,
O nights, or the light of my lamp,
On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,
No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
Mallarme - Poems
