when with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast

I am not the Styx to embrace you nine times, alas!

Be it in the night and in solitude, be it in the street and in the multitude, her phantom dances in the air like a burning brand.

She is beautiful and more than beautiful; she is surprising. Darkness in her abounds, and all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery dimly glistens, and like a lightning flash, her glance illuminates: it is an explosion in the dark.

Now the times are coming when, vibrating on its stem, each flower rises in vapour like an incense-burner; sounds and scents circle in the evening air, melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!

All beloved beings / Are vases of venom that we drink with our eyes closed.

the glory of liquid was contained within a setting of crystallized light.

decrepit and delightful.

Embriaga-te sem cessar! Com vinho, com poesia e com virtude.

Her eyes are two caverns where mystery dimly glistens, and like a lightning flash, her glance illuminates: it is an explosion in the dark.

velvet-eyed fairy

Como foi a imaginação que criou o mundo, ela governa-o.

Beautiful, more than beautiful: stunning. She is rich in black — all her inspirations are nocturnal and deep. Her eyes are two caverns in which mystery flickers vaguely and her gaze flashes like lightning, an explosion in the dark.

a lovely autumn sky, one of those skies out of which such a multitude of memories and regrets rain down,

when with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast

Strange goddess, witch, and daughter of night,

i reign in the azure heights like a sphinx whom no one understands; i combine a heart of snow with the whiteness of swans; I hate movement which disturbs lines, and never do I weep and never do I laugh.

i reign in the azure heights like a sphinx whom no one understands; i combine a heart of snow with the whiteness of swans; I hate movement which disturbs lines, and never do I weep and never do I laugh.

sinister flowers that seem to bear the incense of some unknown religion;

Now the times are coming when, vibrating on its stem, each flower rises in vapour like an incense-burner; sounds and scents circle in the evening air, melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!