For a baptism (from Mallarmé)

For a baptism

from Mallarmé

If, subtle one, the little nose
dazzling, drowned in such
candour of guessed-at laughter
as this lace half-opens upon,

the filial instinct grabbed you,
prideful, but the second one
to resemble in her low-key
wit your blonde grandmother,

keep safe, from baptismal fonts,
that it might volatilise
miraculously into words
native and clear as a breeze,

mademoiselle Mirabel,
the grain of salt on your tongue.

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