The Golden Loves
The Toad
A song in the airless night... Moon, a plate of metallic light, The spaces, a sombre green. ...A song: like a lively echo, Buried beneath the bank, below... –It’s...
The Toad
A song in the airless night... Moon, a plate of metallic light, The spaces, a sombre green. ...A song: like a lively echo, Buried beneath the bank, below... –It’s...
Duel with Camelias
I saw the harsh sun beat against the glade, I saw two blades there gleaming in the sun, Two swords there shining, as if on parade, And the blackbirds watching...
Duel with Camelias
I saw the harsh sun beat against the glade, I saw two blades there gleaming in the sun, Two swords there shining, as if on parade, And the blackbirds watching...
Pudentiane
Touch, without touching. We are devoted, Nor does he remember his wise. But we faint with horror to be: lush Of body and consent!... And of flesh... of this...
Pudentiane
Touch, without touching. We are devoted, Nor does he remember his wise. But we faint with horror to be: lush Of body and consent!... And of flesh... of this...
Insomnia
Insomnia, impalpable creature! In your mind only does love feature? Coming, in rapture, to view thereby, Beneath your evil eye, the man biting His sheets and, in tedium, writhing! ......
Insomnia
Insomnia, impalpable creature! In your mind only does love feature? Coming, in rapture, to view thereby, Beneath your evil eye, the man biting His sheets and, in tedium, writhing! ......
Decline
How fine this sap-filled Youth did seem! Avid for life, o joy! ... so gentle in his dream. How he bore his head, or laid it down gladly! Scenting the...
Decline
How fine this sap-filled Youth did seem! Avid for life, o joy! ... so gentle in his dream. How he bore his head, or laid it down gladly! Scenting the...
Good Fortune and Fortune
Chance and Good Fortune I take myself to the street, when Nature’s beautiful, To the passer-by, who with her conquering air, Would extract, with the tip of her parasol,...
Good Fortune and Fortune
Chance and Good Fortune I take myself to the street, when Nature’s beautiful, To the passer-by, who with her conquering air, Would extract, with the tip of her parasol,...