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THE TRIUMPH OF BILITIS<br />
The processionaries carried me in triumph, me, <strong>Bilitis</strong>, naked in a shell-shaped<br />
car, into which all through the night slaves had stripped the petals from ten<br />
thousand roses.<br />
I was resting, hands behind my neck, my feet alone were shod in gold, my body<br />
s<strong>of</strong>tly stretched upon the bed formed by my warm hair mingled with cool petals.<br />
Twelve children with winged shoulders served me as a goddess; some carried a<br />
shade and others moistened me with perfumes or burned incense in the rostrum<br />
<strong>of</strong> the car.<br />
And round about I heard the roaring murmur <strong>of</strong> the crowd, while the breath <strong>of</strong> its<br />
desire was an aura to my nakedness, amidst the blue fog <strong>of</strong> the aromatics.<br />
TO THE WOODEN GOD<br />
Oh, Venerable Priapos! wooden god that I had fastened in the marble border <strong>of</strong><br />
my bath, it is not wrongly, guardian <strong>of</strong> the orchards, that you keep watch here<br />
o'er the courtesans.<br />
God, we did not buy you to sacrifice to you our maidenhood. Naught can return<br />
that which no longer is, and the zealots <strong>of</strong> Pallas do not run the streets <strong>of</strong><br />
Amathus.<br />
No. Formerly you watched over the tresses <strong>of</strong> the trees, the blooms well-watered,<br />
the heavy, tasteful fruits. That is why we have chosen you.<br />
Preserve today our blond heads, the open poppies <strong>of</strong> our lips and the violets <strong>of</strong> our<br />
eyes. Preserve the solid fruits <strong>of</strong> our breasts and give us lovers who resemble you.<br />
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