Angela Mathis

The Foundation
Your beautiful eyes are tired, poor dear!
Rest awhile, and keep them closed
In this nonchalant pose Where you were surprised with pleasure.
In the courtyard, the fountain chatters
And neither by night nor day is silent Quietly maintaining the rapture
Where love has plunged me tonight.
The spray blossoms out In thousands of flowers
Where Phœbé rejoices In setting her colours
Like heavyweight tears Falling as showers.
 Just so is your soul set ablaze
Sensuously burning like lightning Rushing,
with quickness and daring Towards that vast enchanted sky.
Then it spreads out, only to die In a flood of languid sadness
That, by an invisible slope, Descends to the depths of my heart.
The spray blossoms out In thousands of flowers
Where Phœbé rejoices In setting her colours
Like heavyweight tears Falling as showers.
Oh, you that the night has rendered so fair How sweet it is,
when inclined to your breast,
To hear the eternal lament
That sobs in the basin!
Moon, resonant water, blessèd night,
Trees that quiver around us,
Your innocent sighs
Are the mirrors of love.
 The spray blossoms out In thousands of flowers
Where Phœbé rejoices In setting her colours
Like heavyweight tears Falling as showers.