Your strange hair, cold light, <br />Has pale glows and blond dullness; <br />Your gaze has the blue of ether and waves; <br />Your gown has the chill of the breeze and the woods. <br /> <br />I burn the whiteness of your fingers with kisses. <br />The night air spreads the dust from many worlds. <br />Still I don't know anymore, in the heart of those deep nights, <br />How to see you with the passion of yesterday. <br /> <br />The moon grazed you with a slanted glow ... <br />It was terrible, like prophetic lightning <br />Revealing the hideous below your beauty. <br /> <br />I saw-as one sees a flower fade- <br />On your mouth, like summer auroras, <br />The withered smile of an old whore.<br /><br />Renee Vivien<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-strange-hair/
