THE LAST LOVER
by: Pierre Louÿs (1870-1925)
- OME, boy, pass me not by without having first loved me. I am still beautiful at night. Thou shalt see that my autumn is warmer than the spring-time of another.
- Seek not for love among virgins. Love is a difficult art in which young girls are little learned. I have studied it all my life in order to give it to my last lover.
- My last lover, that shalt be thou, I know it. Behold my mouth, for which an entire people has paled with desire. Behold my hair, the same hair that Psappha the Great has sung.
- I will gather in thy favor all that is left of my lost youth. I will destroy the memories themselves. I will give to thee the flute of Lykas, the girdle of Mnasidika.
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY:
HORACE M. BROWN
POEMS BY PIERRE LOUYS
"The Last Lover" is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New
York: Crown Publishers, 1921.