At that time when Nature in her powerful ardor
Conceived monstrous children each day,
I would have loved living near a young giantess,
As a voluptuous cat at the feet of a queen.
I should like to have seen her body flower with her soul
And grow freely in her dreadful games;
And guess whether her heart conceals a somber flame
From the wet fog swimming in her eyes;
Feel at my leisure her magnificent shape;
Climb on the slope of her huge knees,
And at times in summer, when the unhealthy suns,
Wearying, make her stretch out across the country,
Sleep without worry in the shade of her breast,
Like a peaceful hamlet at the foot of a mountain.