Even when she walks she seems to dance! <br />Her garments writhe and glisten like long snakes <br />obedient to the rhythm of the wands <br />by which a fakir wakens them to grace. <br /> <br />Like both the desert and the desert sky <br />insensible to human suffering, <br />and like the ocean’s endless labyrinth <br />she shows her body with indifference. <br /> <br />Precious minerals are her polished eyes, <br />and in her strange symbolic nature <br />angel and sphinx unite, <br />where diamonds, gold, and steel dissolve into one light, <br />shining forever, useless as a star, <br />the sterile woman’s icy majesty.<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-when-she-walks/
