The Golden Loves
Flower of Art
Yes – What jealous art in the story You offer! What dear trifles! – A bit of a sonnet, A heart engraved in your black manner. Penknife strokes, cut with...
Flower of Art
Yes – What jealous art in the story You offer! What dear trifles! – A bit of a sonnet, A heart engraved in your black manner. Penknife strokes, cut with...
To the Memory of Zulma
She was rich for twenty years, I was twenty francs young, And we made a common scholarship, Placed, non-repayable, in a Unfaithful spring night... The moon made [a] hole...
To the Memory of Zulma
She was rich for twenty years, I was twenty francs young, And we made a common scholarship, Placed, non-repayable, in a Unfaithful spring night... The moon made [a] hole...
The Eternal Madame
Ideal model, Turkish head of the lure, Eternal Feminine! ... iron your damn; And come on my lap, when I mark the time, Show me as we do at home,...
The Eternal Madame
Ideal model, Turkish head of the lure, Eternal Feminine! ... iron your damn; And come on my lap, when I mark the time, Show me as we do at home,...
The Rebel Poet
On the coast of ARMOR. - An old convent, The winds believed themselves there in a windmill, And the donkeys of the country, With grated ivy, came to grate their...
The Rebel Poet
On the coast of ARMOR. - An old convent, The winds believed themselves there in a windmill, And the donkeys of the country, With grated ivy, came to grate their...