À Une Passante

To a Passer-by

The deafening street around me roared.
Tall, slim, in deep mourning,  majestic grief,
A woman passed, lifting and swinging
With a pompous gesture the hem and flounces of her skirt,

[adblock]Swift and noble, with statuesque limb.
As for me, I drank, twitching like a crazy man,
From her eye, livid sky where the hurricane is born,
The softness that fascinates and the pleasure that kills,

A lightning flash… then night! O fleeting beauty,
By whose glance I was suddenly reborn,
Shall I see you again only in eternity?

Somewhere else, way too far from here! Too late! Perhaps never!
For I do not know where you flee, you don’t know where I go,
O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!

*Photo taken during Vodka Mariette x Katsicats Soirée in Harlem, NY