At the Stage Door (Arthur Symons Poems)
Kicking my heels in the street,Here at the edge of the pavement I wait for you, sweet,Here in the crowd, ...
Kicking my heels in the street,Here at the edge of the pavement I wait for you, sweet,Here in the crowd, ...
The shadows of the gaslit wingsCome softly crawling down our way;Before the curtain someone sings,The music sounds from far away;I ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
Beautiful demon, O veil those eyes of fire, Cover your breads that are whiter than milk, and ruddy With dewy ...
BECAUSE you are fair as souls of the lost are fair, And your eyelids laugh with desire, and your laughing ...
What is this reverence in extreme delight That waits upon my kisses as they Storm, Vehemently, this height Of Steep ...
When I am old, and think of the old days,And warm my hands before a little blaze,Having forgotten love, hope, ...
Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air, Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile, Come to me ...
Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums, Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting: And now the stealthy dancer comes Undulantly with ...
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