One Night

The room was penurious and common,

Hidden over a disreputable

tavern,

The alley could be seen from the window,

Unclean and narrow. From below

Came the voices of a few workmen

Who were playing cards and having a good time.

There on the vulgar on the humble bed

I had the body of love, I had the lips,

The sensuous, the rosy lips of wine,

Rosy with such a wine, that even now

Here as I write, after so many years,

In my solitary house, I am drunk again.