Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne La joie venait toujours après la…
Bald heads forgetful of their sins, Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men, tossing…
Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done…
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its…
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore when He pass She…
I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A mark in every face I meet,…
As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade To all the noises that my garden made, It seemed to…
I used to think that grown-up people chose To have stiff backs and wrinkles round their nose, And veins like…
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But…
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt…