by the hurtling clouds. Not the peaceful and 
discreet moon that visits the slumber of chaste 
men, but the moon, torn from heaven, con-
quered, yet in revolt, that Thessalian witches 
force by their strong spell to dance on the af-
frighted grass. 
Beneath her narrow brow dwell tenacious 
will and lust of prey; and yet on this disquiet-
ing countenance, where the mobile nostrils 
sniff up the unknown and the impossible, there 
breaks forth with ineffable grace the laughter 
of a great mouth red and white and delicious; 
as who should dream of the miracle of a su-
perb flower blossoming on volcanic soil. 
There are women who fill one with desire to 
conquer them and to enjoy them, but she 
makes me wish to die by inches underneath 
her eyes.