Odysseus and Nausicaa By The River
Beautiful Camille
You are beautiful girl, Camille,
the atmosphere and you -
your hair a cloud stretch of cirrus;
the ocean, too,
the sea carries you on its whiteback.
You are beautiful girl, Camille,
mystic - stay a bit,
rest by the limpid stream of haste;
we wash our clothes
side by side, and let them dry in the sun.
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