ADVICE TO A WOMAN
The sloping lines of your shouldersSpeak of Chinese pagodas.They clash with your western faceWhere child and courtesanClasp each other in a feigned embrace.Life, to you, is a liquid mirror.You stand with delicate, perpetual amazement,Vainly seeking your reflection.
The sloping lines of your shouldersSpeak of Chinese pagodas.They clash with your western faceWhere child and courtesanClasp each other in a feigned embrace.Life, to you, is a liquid mirror.You stand with delicate, perpetual amazement,Vainly seeking your reflection.
The sloping lines of your shoulders
Speak of Chinese pagodas.
They clash with your western face
Where child and courtesan
Clasp each other in a feigned embrace.
Life, to you, is a liquid mirror.
You stand with delicate, perpetual amazement,
Vainly seeking your reflection.