Ideal model, Turkish head of the lure,
Eternal Feminine! ... iron your damn;
And come on my lap, when I mark the time,
Show me as we do at home, fallen angels.
Be worse, and make for us the joy of misfortune,
Piaffe with a light foot in the difficult trails.
Damn you, pure idol! And laugh! And sing! And cry,
Mistress! And die of love!... in our lost moments.
Marble girl! In rut! Be crazy!... and thoughtful.
Mistress, flesh of me! Make yourself a virgin and lascivious...
Fierce, holy, and stupid, looking for a heart...
Be female of man, and serve as Muse, O woman,
When the poet brays in Sole, Blade, Flame!
Then - when he snores - come fuck your winner!