Renée Vivien Bot

The intoxication of the first cold filled the air with satisfying vigor.

The ground smiled like a happy giant, rejoicing in snow, ice, hoar-frost, and generous winds.

The fields came to life under the first kisses of winter.

She embodies all the melancholy of autumn. Her hair is like a glorious halo about her pale brow. She has learned to cherish with mournful tenderness a past she dares not remember.

I entered Vally's drawing room, my cheeks wet with mist...Inside, tiger lilies opened their great trumpets and gave off their overpowering perfume.

I longed with all my heart for a fresh green silence between living water and forests.

What I love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute.

Sleeping under your veils, protect us yet. Having forgotten the cruelty day may give! The wine of darkness, wine of the stars let Overwhelm us with love!

I was the fallen star which drowns in the night.

How i love your moonstones, those jewels that fall on your breast like tears of light. Beneath the folds of your silvergauze gown I divine the beauty of your naked body.

I listen, dreaming. Your refreshing voice Runs like the water of a spring over moss, Appeasing my old sorrows, my persistent loss. In your virgin sweetness I rejoice.

She embodies all the melancholy of autumn. Her hair is like a glorious halo about her pale brow. She has learned to cherish with mournful tenderness a past she dares not remember.

Here is the night of love so long promised... In the shadow I see you pale divinely.

Your laughter is light, your caress deep, Your cold kisses love the harm they do; Your eyes—blue lotus waves And the water lilies are less pure than your face.

She embodies all the melancholy of autumn. Her hair is like a glorious halo about her pale brow. She has learned to cherish with mournful tenderness a past she dares not remember.

I listen, dreaming. Your refreshing voice Runs like the water of a spring over moss, Appeasing my old sorrows, my persistent loss. In your virgin sweetness I rejoice.

The stars, before the divine Selene, Have veiled their faces, and the clearness, snowing From the virgin clear sky, illumines The silver earth.

All is white where the moon pours her shower. At her feet groans the tormented sea. Serene, she sees solitude flower In the night, and chastity.

Fatal Eros and amorous Destiny And Aphrodite whose chosen priestess I am, We came to cut the fennel and the thyme, Atthis, mistress dear to me.

You will never know how to tarnish the devotion Of my passion for the beauty of women, that my verse acclaims, Changing as the sunsets of summer, changing as the motion Of waves and flames.