Enamels and Cameos/Carmen

Slender is Carmen, of lissome guise, Her hair is black as the midnight’s heart; Dark circles are under her gypsy eyes, Her swarthy skin is the devil’s art.

The women will mock at her form and face; But the men will follow her all the day. Toledo’s Archbishop (now save His Grace!) Tones his mass at her knees, they say.

Nestled in warmth of her amber neck Lies a massive coil, till she fling it down To be a raiment to frame and deck Her delicate body from foot to crown.

Then out from her pallid face with power Her witching, terrible smiles compel. Her mouth is a mystical poison-flower That hath drawn its crimson from hearts in hell.

The haughtiest beauty must yield her fame, When this strange vision shall dusk her sky. For Carmen rules, and her glance’s flame Shall set the torch to satiety.

Wild, graceless Carmen! — Though yet this be, Savour she hath of a world undreamt, Of a world of wonder, whose salt young sea Provoked a Venus to rise and tempt.

Carmen (Émaux et Camées) Кармен (Готье/Гумилёв) Кармен (Готье/Брюсов) Кармен (Готье/Чюмина)