Renée Vivien: Chanson
Renée Vivien
(1877-1909)
Chanson
The flight of the fluttering bat
Is tortuous, aguished, bizarre.
Then, beating her bruised wings thereat,
She turns, and looks back from afar.
Have you never felt, just one time,
How, drunken with painful defeat,
My soul, in a mad flight sublime,
Soared to your lips, distant but sweet?
Renée Vivien poetry
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