Tag Archives: Beauty

She may be five foot six

But she’s a skyscraper.

She’s got a taste for kicks,

well known for her capers,

and when she gets her fix,

She’ll headline the papers.

Her head’s in the clouds

with dreams and relief

that a sunrise is just how

you put the night beyond reach.

So no matter the row

The past, will rarely breach.

Her future was never written,

She’s got a lifetime of discovery

If you see her, she’ll be smitten

‘Cause life is one big reverie.

And if you take the time to listen,

Her words, a priceless memory.

No, she doesn’t believe in fate,

And the wander in her eye

Might say it’s getting late,

it’s okay to say goodbye.

Like a tower, her roots are great,

Her head forever high.

Every part of your body resembles something of the Shoreline Sunrise; your hair is the soft white sand gleaming in the rays of the newly awoken sun. Your eyes are the warm solar radiance as it rises above the frigid air of night. Your skin, as gentile as the soft blue sky that awaits. Your lips, curl like the waves setting on the ocean shore. And the glorious sound of waves colliding brings me back to the day we first kissed in such a heavenly setting. And as our waves collide, they create a mist where the sun reflects its majesty in a rainbow nearly as beautiful as the woman who stands before me.

Eventually, everything settles as the sun sets behind a purple horizon. The sand turns dull once more, the sky turns black, your eyes will close, but you are still in my arms, your breast rising and falling with the ebb and flow of the tide.  That is how I know the sun will rise again in our paradise. It is how I know the sand will be warm and soft once more, and the waves will awaken as you rise from your slumber and we embrace as lovers do.

Though, this will have to wait, for now I am awed at your beauty in your subtle slumber. Goodnight my love, goodnight, for soon our lips will reunite. We will awaken the sun and release its ethereal starlight.

Translated from French to English by James McGowan

O Beauty! Do you visit from the sky

Or the abyss? Infernal and divine,

Your gaze bestows both kindnesses and crimes,

So it is said you act on us like wine.

Your eye contains the evening and the dawn;

You pour out odours like an evening storm;

Your kiss is potion from an ancient jar,

That can make heroes cold and children warm.

Are you of heaven or the nether world?

Charmed Destiny, your pet, attends your walk;

You scatter joys and sorrows at your whim,

And govern all, and answer no man’s call.

Beauty you walk on corpses, mocking them;

Horror is charming as your other gems,

And murder is a trinket dancing there

Lovingly on your naked belly’s skin.

You are a candle where the mayfly dies

In flames, blessing this fire’s deadly bloom.

The panting lover bending to his love

Looks like a dying man who strokes his tomb.

What difference, then, from heaven or from hell,

O Beauty, monstrous in simplicity?

If eye, smile, step can open me the way

To find unknown, sublime infinity

Angel or Siren, Spirit, I don’t care

As long as velvet eyes and perfumed head

And glimmering motions, o my queen, can make

The world less dreadful, and the time less dead.