But what has shame to do with poetry?
It has no worth, it is a social value,
Value of a marquise, par excellence.
Marquise.
None the less, shame is a resigned and subtle justice,
The justice of women, poet.
Poet.
Which is no justice at all.
Marquise.
Poet, the stones you throw
In your defeat, will fall upon your head.
Poet.
That is my destiny. Your rising sun
Can never know the splendor of my sun that sets.
Marquise.