Short Talk on Hedonism

by Anne Carson

Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care
why anymore I just want to get away.
When I look at the city of Paris I long
to wrap my legs around it. When I 
watch you dancing there is a heartless
immensity like a sailor in a dead calm
sea. Desires as round as peaches
bloom in me all night, I no longer
gather what falls.