Here you will find the Poem The Steps of poet Paul Valery
Your steps, children of my silence, Holily, slowly placed, Towards the bed of my vigilance Proceed dumb and frozen. Nobody pure, divine shade, That they are soft, your steps selected! Gods!? all the gifts which I guess Come to me on these naked feet! If, of your advanced lips, You prepare to alleviate it, An inhabitant of my thoughts The food of a kiss, Does not hasten this tender act, To be soft and not to be not? Because I lived to await you, And my heart was only your steps.
