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Daisy

“Plus quam se atque suos amavit omnes,
Nunc…”
Catullus.

You were my playmate by the sea.
We swam together.
Your girl’s body had no breasts.

We found prawns among the rocks;
We liked to feel the sun and to do nothing;
In the evening we played games with the others.

It made me glad to be by you.

Sometimes I kissed you,
And you were always glad to kiss me;
But I was afraid—I was only fourteen.

And I had quite forgotten you,
You and your name.

To-day I pass through the streets.
She who touches my arm and talks with me
Is—who knows?—Helen of Sparta,
Dryope, Laodamia….

And there are you
A whore in Oxford Street.

Companion Art: “Madeleine, Monologue et 9 dessins“, by Adolphe Willette

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