Diablerie
It pleased the devil to make you beautiful,
Appraise you with a black reflective thumb,
Brush in your eyes the brilliant idiom
Of his own sooty speech, and on your skull
The soft soot-colored plumage of a gull;
And in your throat he dropped the honeyed hum
Of Lilith to which braver fools succumb
Than I since Adam found the Garden dull.
It may be I am your predestined ox,
As docile as the fabulous unicorn —
Though not so pretty; fond of hollyhocks;
The first dilemma riding on my horn;
Ploughing the iron of the devil's acre,
Who is my whip as he was once your maker.
Appraise you with a black reflective thumb,
Brush in your eyes the brilliant idiom
Of his own sooty speech, and on your skull
The soft soot-colored plumage of a gull;
And in your throat he dropped the honeyed hum
Of Lilith to which braver fools succumb
Than I since Adam found the Garden dull.
It may be I am your predestined ox,
As docile as the fabulous unicorn —
Though not so pretty; fond of hollyhocks;
The first dilemma riding on my horn;
Ploughing the iron of the devil's acre,
Who is my whip as he was once your maker.
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