The flowery shoulders now in the snow <br />And the ivory tresses in the wind. <br />Dead water in the brow, the pensive <br />Tinted halo of the moon when it rains. <br /> <br />Oh what a clamour in the brief breast; <br />What a palm in air the solitary breath, <br />What a floe caught in the firmament, <br />The bare foot, with the courage to die! <br /> <br />Arms of the sea, crossed, on the frozen <br />Salver of night; cold breasts, <br />From which, rigid, dawn is served; <br /> <br />Oh legs like two celestial rivers, <br />Mauve-moon-of-ice, shrouded <br />Beneath the oceans of my eyes!<br /><br />Rafael Alberti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mauve-moon-of-ice/
