But I don’t forbid your hair being freely combed,
so that it falls, loosely spread, across your shoulders.
Beware especially lest you’re irritable then,
or are always loosening your failed hairstyle again.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

the dress you wear, was greasy wool:
That was rough marble, now it forms a famous statue,
naked Venus squeezing water from her wet hair.
We’ll think you too are sleeping while you do your face:
fit to be seen after the final touches.
Why should I know the source of the brightness in your looks?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

How near I was to warning you, no rankness of the wild goat
under your armpits, no legs bristling with harsh hair!
But I’m not teaching girls from the Caucasian hills,
or those who drink your waters, Mysian Caicus.


Man’s cerebral wires fire,
his vocal cords align,
in anticipation of signals,
ready to get vibrated by airstream,
to produce the essence of a hitherto unheard deep thought,
dazzling the auditorium,
with smugness.

Green, as a means

“Once in a position of power, my Goethean bend takes over. When my eye sees a colour it is immediately excited and it is its nature, spontaneously and of necessity, at once to produce another than green. After all, color is a degree of darkness.”