Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
9
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
She swims back in the crowning hour of love
All red with wine her lips have given to drink,
Soft round the mouth with camphor and faint blue
Tinted upon the lips, her slight body,
Her great live eyes, the colourings of herself
A clear perfection; sighs of musk outstealing
And powdered wood spice heavy of Cashmir.
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