The room was penurious and common,
Hidden over a disreputable tavern,
The alley could be seen from the window,
Unclean and narrow.
From
Came the voices of a few
Who were playing cards and having a good time.
There on the vulgar on the humble bedI had the body of love,
I had the lips,
The sensuous, the rosy lips of wine,
Rosy with such a wine, that even
Here as I write, after so many years,
In my solitary house,
I am drunk again.
