THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, IV
It hath just opened yawning
Its sweet mouth,
The best smelling of all little mouths.
Then I fell into it,
Down, through it, among you,
Ye sweetest girl-friends ! Sela.
Hail ! hail ! unto that whale,
If it made life for its guest
So pleasant ! (Ye understand
My learned allusion ?)
Hail unto its belly,
If it was thus
A sweet belly of an oasis,
Like this one ! (which I doubt however).
The reason is : I come from Europe,
Which is more sceptical than any little wife.
May God mend things !
Amen!
There sit I now,
In this smallest oasis,
Like a date
Brown, sweetened through, suppurative with gold,
Desirous for the round mouth of a girl,
But still more for girl-like,
Ice-cold, snow-white, cutting,
Biting teeth. For after these pine
The hearts of all hot dates. Sela.
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