Entangled¹ in my hair

    Did not injure me；

    My blenching² 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 craving³ in my bones.

    Brightness that I pull back

    From the Zodiac，

    Why those questioning eyes

    That are fixed⁴ upon me？

    What can they do but shun⁵ me

    If empty night replies？