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Beauty is a Dangerous Thing
by
Solomon Machardson
Beauty is a
dangerous thing:
It is like a flower
That attracts stinging bees and wasps
To steal its pollen.
It awakens the animal in men,
Assails the blood in their veins,
Haunts their imagination
And obsesses their dreams!
It weaves a passionate desire
In every heart it encounters!
At its sight man flings away
The present love he cherishes!
When Beauty lifts her little finger
In salutation to man,
His heart undergoes such raptures
That it seems to break with pride!
A stream of sweet harmony
Flows through him
And his adoration of her
Takes wings inside him!
He becomes restless and crafty;
He casts secret looks at her;
He longs for a share of her
And he conspires to get her!
Day and night, his urges
Disguised as his love for her,
Pour themselves so ceaselessly
That he gets drunk with them!
When he has cornered her alone
And his wooing words have borne no fruits
His animal instinct takes over:
He purrs like an overfed cat.
With threats of dire consequences.
The poor Beauty struggles in vain
To wriggle out of his embrace!
At last she yields to be shared.
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