Bearer-girl without burden

Like a spirit returning at regular intervals so much their deportment is the same and belonging only to them and so much they seem borne by the same rhythm, young girls of color pass often alone and each one is the only one of whom Baudelaire seems to have thought so much the idea he gives of her is irreplaceable:

With her undulating and nacreous attire,

Even when she walks you’d think she was dancing...

From what night without age and without weight this mute messenger whose ankles and neck, in defiance of all caryatids, launch rather than sustain the totemic construction which in the invisible merges—in view of what triumph?—with the dream of a monument to the laws of impregnation?

André Breton