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CAMILLE CLAUDEL I showed her where to find gold, But the gold that she found was her own - Auguste Rodin

Ma tres chere Camille, my pupil, my mistress

Je t’aime

Aurora stealing from shadows to tint the curve of a rose petal Auburn hair streams down like lava to your nymph’s waist

Je t’adore

Your brow bears the air of a proud ship tempest-tossed Green eyes pale as forest shoots

Je t’embrasse

Skitter wild, wild like those of a timid hart A generous mouth to seal The Kiss for aeons

Je te desire

Throat, a white-water gorge in a mantle of lace Marmoreal breasts my warm fingers mould to perfection

Je te possede

Teasing nipples into the ascendant – ah, framboises d’ambroisie Torso swaying to the willow at the Clos Payen

Je te deguste

Body arched back like Cupid’s curved brow Kneeling, your back resembles an amphora in whose nectar I drown

Je t’apprecie

Legs glabrous as supple creepers through which serpents writhe Snatches of coppery maidenhair entrance your grotto

Je te devore

O sculptress sculpted, my rose figurine, I set you up in marble Yet on the Meudon road, crouching in undergrowth to watch me pass

Je te laisse partir

You are filthy-haggard and quite insane

Michael Small

December, 1990

published Harvard Review, no.2, fall, 1992, USA


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I showed her where to find gold, But the gold that she found was her own - Auguste Rodin CAMILLE CLAUDEL Michael Small December, 1990 publis...

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