Renée Vivien: My brunette with the golden eyes

Renée Vivien

(1877–1909)

My brunette with the golden eyes

 

My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory body, your amber

Has left bright reflections in the room

Above the garden.

 

The clear midnight sky, under my closed lids,

Still shines….I am drunk from so many roses

Redder than wine.

 

Leaving their garden, the roses have followed me….

I drink their brief breath, I breathe their life.

All of them are here.

 

It’s a miracle….The stars have risen,

Hastily, across the wide windows

Where the melted gold pours.

 

Now, among the roses and the stars,

You, here in my room, loosening your robe,

And your nakedness glistens

 

Your unspeakable gaze rests on my eyes….

Without stars and without flowers, I dream the impossible

In the cold night.

 

Renée Vivien poetry

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