少女情怀总是诗

比利提斯偷窥房间里的父亲和Melissa爬到树上后的旁白：

THE TREE

I undressed to climb a tree; my naked thighs embraced the smooth and humid bark;
my sandals climbed upon the branches.
High up, but still beneath the leaves and shaded from the heat, I straddled a wide-
spread fork and swung my feet into the void.
It had rained. Drops of water fell and flowed upon my skin. My hands were soiled
with moss and my heels were reddened by the crushed blossoms.
I felt the lovely tree living when the wind passed through it; so I locked my legs
tighter, and crushed my open lips to the hairy nape of a bough.

比利提斯为Melisa在花园里念诗

LOVE

Alas! if I think of her my throat is parched, my head is drooped, my breasts grow hard
and make me ill at case, I tremble and I weep the while I walk.
If I see her my heart stops, my hands shake, my feet grow cold and fire mounts in my
checks, while my temples pulse sadly on and on.
If I touch her I grow mad, my arms stiffen and my knees grow weak. I fall before her
and curl up like a woman wont to die.
I am hurt by everything she says to me. Her love is like a torture, and the passers-by
can hear my constant plaint. . . Alas! how can I call her Well-Beloved?

比利提斯在表演节目时未吟诵完的诗

SONG

"The night is so deep that it creeps between my eyelids. --You will never find the path.
You'll be lost within the wood.
--The noise of falling waters fills my ears. --You would not hear the murmurs of your
lover though he should be but twenty steps away.
--The odor of the flowers is so strong that I shall faint and fall upon the path. --You
would not feel him should he cross your road.
--Ah! though he is so far from here, across the very mountain, I see him and I hear
him and I feel him touching me."