Poems by Renee Vivien
Your Strange Hair
... Still I don't know anymore, in the heart of those deep nights, ...
Roses Rising
... ... Without stars and without flowers, I dream the impossible ...
Undine
... And the water lilies are less pure than your face ...
Prolong the night
... Oh! keeping our hands on our still-closed eyes, ...
The Touch
... The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your upappeased breasts ...
