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We drive through hills bellies and thighs of earth.
I want to wear these hills fabric woven of sun and leaf
My breasts clothed in forests of teaseled velvet,
skirts of splendid spreading chestnut leaves,
Silken rill unwound from a larval cocoon
Descending a forested dale
To the west the Pavilion of Alix
to the north, the River Aveyron:
Note: her beauty & her violet eyes: quoted in Paterson, Linda M. 1995 The World of the Troubadours: Medieval Occitan Society c 1100 - c 1300. Cambridge University Press.