Guys & Poem

"A young man on the sidelines listened... with a thoughtful and distracted attention at the same time, and I immediately thought of a shepherd in the heart of the forest, vaguely listening to the mysterious cry of a bird... Suddenly, on feeling observed, the boy got confused, blushed... An intimacy was sketched, however."

“A boy of nineteen summers, framed for power and joy. On his temples curled his hair as black as coal; White myrtle flowers and leaves were intertwined in it: His eyes had a solemn light in them and shone like flames under his cloudy eyebrows: his cheeks were pale of passion; and the soul on his lips, smoking like a ferocious planet in eclipse, he breathed a terrible and strong fascination, as if quick pride were fighting with the wrong remembered. But oh! What language will the glow say to the East of those ornate breasts, smooth as the snow struck by the dawn; The regal gait, processional and grandiose, as of a god; the solar marble hand, who grasps a cedar wand woven with silk? Heard, Antinous! and in his chest his heart leaped, and his flaming eyes confessed the fervour of his spirit.”