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She brightened like a child whose broken toy is glued together,

summon tears as one summons servants,

 and danced like a flower in the wind.

 

She disclaimed the weariness,

that dragged upon her spirits like leaden weights,

exude a faint and intoxicating perfume of womanliness,

like a crushed herb,

and felt like an unrepentant criminal.

 

She flounders like a huge conger-eel

in an ocean of dingy morality,

gave me a surprised look,

like a child catching an older person in a foolish statement,

and  gave off antipathies as a liquid gives off vapor.

 

She has great eyes like the doe,

heard me like one in a dream,

and let the soft waves of her deep hair fall,

like flowers from Paradise.

 

She looked like a tall golden candle,

moved like mirth incarnate,

and  saw this planet,

 like a star hung in the glistening depths of even.

 

She seemed as happy

as a wave that dances on the sea,

walks in beauty like the night,

brilliant, and as hard too, as electric light,

silent, standing before me like a little statuesque figure.

By

 Seth Yuhi Musinga