Renee Vivien Poems
- The Touch The trees have kept some lingering sun in their ...
- Prolong The Night Prolong the night, Goddess who sets us ...
- Your Strange Hair Your strange hair, cold light, Has pale ...
- Roses Rising My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory ...
- Undine Your laughter is light, your caress deep, Your cold ...
Renée Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (11 June 1877 - 18 November 1909) was a British poet who wrote in the French language. She took to heart all the mannerisms of Symbolism, as one of the last poets to claim allegiance to the school. Her compositions include sonnets, hendecasyllabic verse, and prose poetry. more »
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The trees have kept some lingering sun in their branches,
Veiled like a woman, evoking another time,
The twilight passes, weeping. My fingers climb,
Trembling, provocative, the line of your haunches.
My ingenious fingers wait when they have found
The petal flesh beneath the robe they part.
How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art--
As the dream of fragrance, the miracle of sound.
I follow slowly the graceful contours of your hips,
The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your upappeased breasts.
In your white voluptuousness my desire ...