maplefire301

See: I am at the age when a maiden gives her hand
To the Man whom her weakness seeks and dreads,
And I have not chosen my travelling companion,
Because you appeared at the turn of the road.

The hyacinth bleeds on the red hills,
You dreamt and Eros walked by your side...
I am a woman, I have no right to beauty,
The have condemned me to the ugliness of men.

And I had the inexcusable audacity to want
The sisterly love made up of light purities,
The furtive step that does no bruise the ferns
And the soft voice which blends with the evening.

They had forbidden me your hair, your eyes
Because your hair is long and fragrant
And because your eyes hold strange ardors
And become muddy like rebellious waves.

They pointed their fingers at me in an angry gesture,
Because my eyes were seeking your tender glance...
On seeing us pass by, no one has wished to understand
hat I have chosen you with simplicity.

Consider the vile law that I transgress
And judge my love, which knows nothing of evil,
As candid, as necessary, and fatal
As the desire which joins the lover to his mistress.

~VR