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At beauty I’ve gazed so much

that my vision is filled with it.

The body’s lines. Red lips. Limbs made for pleasure.

Hair as if it were taken from Greek statues:

always lovely, even when it’s uncombed,

and falls, a bit, upon the gleaming brow.

Faces of love, exactly as

my poetry wanted it … in the nights of my youth,

secretly encountered in my nights. …

[1911; 1917]