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AEOLIAN HALL afraid arriver un malheur avez juré Babylon baiserai ta bouche bassin C'est Cappadocian cheveux chose cistern corps d'argent d'Hérodias dance dansez pour moi Daugh dead Dieu dirait donnerai Edom Elle Enfin est-ce fait faut femme fille froid grand hath head of Iokanaan hear Herod HÉRODE homme jamais jour Judaea juré kiss thy mouth l'ai l'air le prophète les cèdres LOMÉ lune mère monde moon morts n'ai n'est n'est-ce naan nacre Narraboth Nazarene noir parle peur peux Pianola Piano Player Piano Premier Juif Premier Nazaréen Premier Soldat Princess prophet prophète Élie qu'elle danse regardez rien rouge Salome Second Nazaréen Second Soldat Second Soldier Seigneur silver charger speak strange sworn an oath tell terrible tête d'Iokanaan Tetrarch tétrarque thing Thou wilt thy body thy hair tout veux pas qu'elle Vice-King Voice of Iokanaan voir Voix d'Iokanaan wine woman yeux Young Syrian
Page 35 - Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan. I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood . . . ? But perchance it is the taste of love. . . . They say that love hath a bitter taste. . . . But what of that? What of that? I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan.
Page 27 - Ah! it is cold here! There is an icy wind, and I hear . . . wherefore do I hear in the air this beating of wings? Ah! one might fancy a huge black bird that hovers over the terrace.
Page 12 - IOKANAAN Qui est cette femme qui me regarde ? Je ne veux pas qu'elle me regarde. Pourquoi me regarde-t-elle avec ses yeux d'or sous ses paupières dorées ? Je ne sais pas qui c'est. Je ne veux pas le savoir. Dites-lui de s'en aller. Ce n'est pas à elle que je veux parler.
Page 15 - The red blasts of trumpets that herald the approach of kings, and make afraid the enemy, are not so red. Thy mouth is redder than the feet of those who tread the wine in the wine-press. It is redder than the feet of the doves who inhabit the temples and are fed by the priests. It is redder than the feet of him who cometh from a forest where he hath slain a lion, and seen gilded tigers. Thy mouth is like a branch of coral that fishers have found in the twilight of the sea, the coral that they keep...
Page 15 - Thy body is hideous. It is like the body of a leper. It is like a plastered wall, where vipers have crawled; like a plastered wall where the scorpions have made their nest. It is like a whited sepulchre, full of loathsome things.
Page 5 - THE YOUNG SYRIAN She has a strange look. She is like a little princess who wears a yellow veil, and whose feet are of silver. She is like a princess who has little white doves for feet. One might fancy she was dancing.
Page 31 - ... coloured with water. I have topazes, yellow as are the eyes of tigers, and topazes that are pink as the eyes of a wood-pigeon, and green topazes that are as the eyes of cats.
Page 15 - ... robbers who would hide them by day. The long black nights, when the moon hides her face, when the stars are afraid, are not so black as thy hair. The silence that dwells in the forest is not so black. There is nothing in the world that is so black as thy hair. . . . Suffer me to touch thy hair. JOKANAAN. Back, daughter of Sodom! Touch me not. Profane not the temple of the Lord God.
Page 5 - Look at the moon! How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. You would fancy she was looking for dead things. THE YOUNG SYRIAN: She has a strange look. She is like a little princess who wears a yellow veil and whose feet are of silver. She is like a princess who has little white doves for feet. You would fancy she was dancing.