Souvenirs de Genève - "Pendant l'été de 1900, je fis la connaissance à Genève d'un garçon de 18 ans, appartenant à une très bonne famille. [...] Ce jeune homme avait contracté ...
Il y a 4 ans
Venus on the shore, a poem about Jean Bourgoint
Sweet danger trashed up on the shore, Venus
In whom, wrong end to, is planted a knife,
Your delight and our undoing, velvet bellied wife
Of the hilt, whose blade is turned toward us,
Having on hot seaweed, in a night's toil
With you tossed -body lying open and mouth shut-
Of my intestines the knot has been cut,
In my lanced heart the blood and and salt water boil.
Having with the sea roo near you on the sand
Rolled in an embrace not even by the sea dissolved,
The knife, to carve your initials on me, revolved,
Held firm between your thighs as if in a hand...
Therefore there drips one drop of rage for one
Of regret, from me, sorrow staining my bed-
Wept by a wound instead of an eye, not white but red
Are my tears in honor of the harm you have done.