Pierre Louys

(1870-1925 / France)

To Her Breasts - Poem by Pierre Louys

Flesh-Like flowers, O my breasts: how rich you are in voluptuousness! My breasts in my hands, what lack you of softness, and of mellow warmth and of youthful perfume?

Already you are polished like the breasts of a statue, and hard like the insensible marble. In order that you may submit, I will cherish you the more, you that were already loved.

Your sleek and rounded form is the honor of my brown body, whether I imprison you under a necklace of gold, or leave you free and naked, you precede me with your splendor.

Be then happy this night. If my fingers toy with you in caresses, you alone will know them until to-morrow morning; for this night Bilitis has paid Bilitis.


Comments about To Her Breasts by Pierre Louys

  • (11/15/2012 6:27:00 AM)


    Very beautiful poem to (I imagine) very beautiful breasts. It's also very courageous for you to write about your own breasts! you have that thing of a difference, which belongs to great poets. Congratulations. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2012



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