BILITIS
by: Pierre Louÿs (1870-1925)
 NE woman may robe herself in a tunic of white wool. Another dress in a garment of silk and gold. Another covers herself with flowers, with leaves and grapes.
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- As for me, I take no joy of life except when naked. My lover takes me just as I am; without robes, or jewels, or sandals. Behold me, Bilitis, naked, alone.
- My hair is black with its own blackness, my lips are red with their own color. My locks float about me free and round, like feathers.
- Take me as my mother made me in a night of love long past; and if I please you thus, forget not to tell me.
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY:
HORACE M. BROWN
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"Bilitis" is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New
York: Crown Publishers, 1921. |
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