Entangled in my hair
Did not injure me；
My blenching and trembling，
Nothing but dissembling，
Nothing but coquetry.
I long for truth， and yet
I cannot stay from that
My better self disowns，
For a man‘s attention
Brings such satisfaction
To the craving in my bones.
Brightness that I pull back
From the Zodiac，
Why those questioning eyes
That are fixed upon me？
What can they do but shun me
If empty night replies？