The SunNimble you move—you are my own,My pliant essence. All alone,On fire in the passive skyI burn—a stone, a golden stone;Together, you in double shadeDiscover why your limbs were made.
The Sun ChildI have never done with youHalf the things I want to do.Link your arms and loosen them,Pluck and suck a grass's stem.Touch my breasts with that blue aster,Kiss me fast—I'll kiss you faster!Link your arms and loosen them.
Now link your arms like mine together,Toward me lightly, like a feather,Dance. Like feathers you'll be blownAcross the level field alone,And like a brown wing my bare feetWill skim the meadow till we meet.
The river skips, but we are quicker;Its little body's slender glisten
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