This woman who throws herself, cold And lustful into my arms, and on my breasts Snatches me and kisses me and babbles Verses, vows of love and ugly names. This woman, flower of melancholy Who laughs at my pale fears The only one among all to whom I gave The caresses that no other would ever give. This woman who with each love proclaims The misery and greatness of the one she loves And keeps the mark of my teeth on her. This woman is a world! — a dog Perhaps... — but in the frame of a bed No woman has ever been so beautiful!