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First Love

How deep we met in the sea, my love,

My double, my Siamese heart, my whiskery,

Fish-belly, glue-eyed prince, my dearest black nudge,

How flat and reflective my eye reflecting you

Blue, gorgeous in the weaving grasses

I wound round for your crown, how I loved your touch

On my fair, speckled breast, or was it my own turning;

How nobly you spilled yourself across my trembling

Darlings: or was that the pull of the moon,

It was all so dark, and you were green in my eye,

Green above and green below, all dark,

And not a living soul in the parish

Saw you go, hélas!

Gone your feathery nuzzle, or was it mine,

Gone your serpentine

Smile wherein I saw my maidenhood smile,

Gone, gone all your brackish shine,

Your hidden curl, your abandoned kill,

Aping the man, liebchen! my angel, my own!

How deep we met, how dark,

How wet! before the world began.