I got bored looking at the stage
And raised my eyes to the box circle.
In one of the boxes I saw you
With your strange beauty, your dissolute youthfulness.
My thought turned back at once
To all they’d told me about you that afternoon;
My mind and my body were aroused.
And as I gazed enthralled
At your languid beauty, your languid youthfulness,
Your tastily discriminating dress,
In my imagination I kept picturing you
The way they’d talked about you that afternoon.