O swarming city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in your narrow veins My story flows as flows the rising sap. ...
One night, from bottles, sang the soul of wine: '0 misfit man, I send you for your good Out of the glass and wax where I'm confined, A melody of light and brotherhood! ...
How beautiful a new sun is when it rises, flashing out its greeting, like an explosion! Happy, whoever hails with sweet emotion its descent, nobler than a dream, to our eyes!
Your feet are as slender as hands, your hips, to me, wide enough for the sweetest white girl's envy: to the wise artist your body is sweet and dear, and your great velvet eyes black without peer....