Your Eyes, Moorish Slaves by Delmira Agustini
In your coldness were ensconced
The great Moorish slaves;
Dark and shining in golds
From a distance they guarded me.
And, devouring, they dreamt
In me, I know not what treasures...
Behind the crystal of tears
They guarded and threatened.
They beat angelic wings,
They pounded satanic hands,
Their two strange screens;
And when I look upon them coquettishly,
Their fiery halberds
Pierced my entrails.
