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Paul VALÉRY
Recueil: Les Pas
Paul VALÉRY
Recueil: "Charmes"
Your steps, children of my silence,
Holy, slowly placed,
Towards the bed of my vigilance
Proceed mute and icy.
Pure person, divine shadow,
How sweet are your steps held back!
Gods! All the gifts I guess
come to me on these bare feet!
If, with your lips advanced,
You prepare to appease him,
To the inhabitant of my thoughts
The food of a kiss,
Do not hasten this tender act,
Softness of being and not being,
For I lived to wait for you,
And my heart was only your steps.
Your steps, children of my silence,
Holy, slowly placed,
Towards the bed of my vigilance
Proceed mute and icy.
Pure person, divine shadow,
How sweet are your steps held back!
Gods! All the gifts I guess
come to me on these bare feet!
If, with your lips advanced,
You prepare to appease him,
To the inhabitant of my thoughts
The food of a kiss,
Do not hasten this tender act,
Softness of being and not being,
For I lived to wait for you,
And my heart was only your steps.
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