Other Fan of Miss Mallarmé’s

O dreamy one, so I may dive

Into pure delight unplanned,

Know how to, by a subtle lie,

Keep my wing within your hand.

Evening’s twilight comes to freshen

You with every single beat

That repels with captive motion

The horizon nice and neat.

Vertigo! see its shakes begun,

Space like unto a giant kiss

That, mad from being born for none,

Cannot gush nor have its bliss.

You feel paradise uncouth

Like a laugh that’s buried cold

From the corner of your mouth

Far in the unanimous fold!

Of pink shorelines all the scepter

Stagnant golden evenings, it’s it,

This white flight closed-up you put there

Against the fire of a wristlet.

Stéphane Mallarmé