“On the high terrace desperately she shows,
Love-swollen like a falling fruit, her lithe,
Her virgin body that does naked writhe
In the warm and greedy wind, a snake that glows.
She wills, and her wild eyes dart lightnings white,
That the scent of her flesh upon the world be blown …
O sombre sea-flower scattered on the night!”
-from “Cleopatra” by Albert Samain
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