Aristocracy · Books · Monarchies · Paris
That supple, passionate body The crowd trampled underfoot for me, And mocked it, and stripped it…
That supple, passionate body The crowd trampled underfoot for me, And mocked it, and stripped it… And at the body I did not Dare to look… But I was hacked off from the body, Flung, scraps Of inflamed flesh, upon a stone… And the Parisian rabble Carried me off in