Pomegranate flower / © Evi Sarantea
Like jellied flowers
My inflated curves
Melt in the peaceful stagnance of the bath.
If I were to die
I would resist the final agony
With only a faint quiver
From my escaping thighs.
Evelyn Scott [from Precipitations, 1920]
L' embarquement pour Cythere, Antoine Watteau (1717)