Ilse Poem by Benjamin Franklin Wedekind
Ilse
I was a child of fifteen,
A child of pure innocence,
When I first discovered
The sweet delights of love.
She took my body, laughing,
And whispered: 'What luck!'
And laid her head back gently,
Gently on the sand.
Since that day, all I do,
Everything in life is beautiful;
And when her memory pleases me no more,
Then I will go happily to the grave.
translated by Baudelaire Jones
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