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LA JUIVE 
 
 
 
 
LA JUIVE 
 
Rose dotted with grey stars the bed 
Where my fair Jewess lay and smiled : 
Her breasts were full, her eyes were red, 
Her lips with God unreconciled. 
In wanton disarray, her hair 
Streamed jetty black—Ah !  God, how fair ! 
 
The quilt had gold embroidery, 
About the room were furs and silk : 
Her eyes were full of devilry, 
Her finger-tips were soft as milk : 
Above the bed a crest was set, 
A gold and sapphire coronet. 
 
She was of noble birth, and—best 
A Jewess ;  her bad lips enticed 
My lips to taste ;  I held her breast 
Fresh from the crucifying Christ ; 
It seemed her thighs were hot with blood 
Sucked from the bastard Son of God.