“Explore its magnificent shapes at your leisure ;
Crawling on the slope of his huge knees,
And sometimes in summer, when the sun is unhealthy,
Lasse, make it spread across the countryside,
Sleeping nonchalantly in the shade of her breasts,
Like a peaceful hamlet at the foot of a mountain.”

“Scaling the slopes of her enormous knees,
to saunter through the landscape of her lap,
and when the fetid summers made her stretch
herself across the countryside, to sleep
untroubled in the shadow of her breasts
like a peaceful village at the mountain’s base.”

(Baudelaire – The Giant)