Yaakov Shabtai

"True tenderness there's no aping,
It tells, though it hardly stirs,
No use your carefully draping
My shoulders and breasts in furs.
And no use your abjectly serving
First-love talk which reassures.
How well I know these unswerving,
These ravenous looks of yours!"

True tenderness by Anna Akhmatova (La nouvelle,True tenderness)