Classic Poem

The purple color, night's tribute
So all music may sink with ease
Foaming little by little
Erases stars from the garden
It is when the surrounding lilacs bloom
A stone statue is whispered to
Dangling a chipped earlobe
Which in jealousy or in love
Outlines abstract ennui
From its shadow
The beautiful wife is lured
Through the heart a wet bird runs past
And her immoral sash, in the orange man's arms
A leap of pure love
An angle to be made only once
The woman is supported by the weight of an olive branch
A ripping of underwear of delightful sin
When sensual silk legs tangle
The bearded man the lord of this mansion jumps out and yells
A dog runs out, cats guard the lamp
The bearded man goes on expanding large rings of lust
At the center of flower's floundering
Lays down his own mistress the woman in green
Other flowers than the lilacs that have failed to bloom
Listening to their awakening voices
Manservants dance the toy monkey's dance
Maidservants dance the toy snake's dance
Under flower clusters of lilacs
Don't strike the match
Don't make nightingales sing
The seashore winds that bewitch the mansion's candlelight
Are all waved into
The beautiful wife's many-creased robe where
Engraving on stone the depths of the breasts of the woman who belies love
The echoes of the autumn sea grow fainter
In the sky above the garden where the figures are no more
The nightingales pass singing
The flowers of other seeds begin to emit their fragrance
The yellow moon rising deranged
Is the approaching dawn's tribute