I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant,…
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings…
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne La joie venait toujours après la…
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But…
The spirit is too blunt an instrument to have made this baby. Nothing so unskilful as human passions could have…
I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and…
Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently he whispered, “Be…
A m’asseoir sur un banc cinq minutes avec toi Et regarder les gens tant qu’y en a Te parler du…
MY dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother…
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But…