You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot…
The Lovers will drink wine night and day. They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect…
Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And…
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell…
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt…
C’est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière, Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons D’argent ; où le soleil,…
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that…
“Is there anybody there?” said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the…
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown…
Thou still unravished bride of quietness, Thou foster child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express…