Where will I find words to describe our stroll, <br />The Chablis on ice, the toasted bread <br />And the sweet agate of ripe cherries? <br />Sunset is far off, and the sea resounds with <br />The splash of bodies, hot and glad for cool dampness. <br /> <br />Your tender look is playful and alluring, - <br />Like comedy's pretty, pealing nonsense <br />Or the capricious pen of Marivaux. <br />Your Pierrot nose and intoxicating lips <br />Set my mind awhirl like "The Marriage of Figaro." <br /> <br />The spirit of trifles, charming and airy, <br />Love of nights luxuriant or stifling, <br />The happy ease of the carefree life! <br />Ah, a stranger to obedient miracles, I am true <br />To your flowers, happy land!<br /><br />Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-will-i-find-words/
