Dear Reader (William Taylor Collins Poems)
Baudelaire considers you his brother,and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphsas if to make sure you have not ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother,and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphsas if to make sure you have not ...
My lonely life wanders in the streets,Along the countryside or the walls of the room.No blood flows anymore in my ...
I don't know one damned butterfly from anothermy ignorance of the stars is formidable,also of dogs & fernsexcept that around ...
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'?quipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur ...
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)Remember now, my Love, what piteous thingWe saw on a summer's gracious day:By the roadside ...
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)All nature is a temple where the alivePillars breathe often a tremor of mixed words;Man ...
For a moment she rested against meLike a swallow half blown to the wall,And they talk of Swinburne's women,And the ...
When the coal Gave out, we began Burning the books, one by one; First the set Of Bulwer-Lytton And then ...
(For the Rev. John J. Burke, C. S. P.) There was a murkier tinge in London's air As if the ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
To think that Spinoza died polishing eyeglasses. That Blake got tired at a printer's shop waiting for that day's conversation ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
I don't know one damned butterfly from another my ignorance of the stars is formidable, also of dogs & ferns ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
Nothing is given which is not taken. Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired, freely, truly and ...
The God of Scribes looked down and saw The bitter band of seven, Who had outraged his holy law And ...
I dreamed I saw three demi-gods who in a cafe sat, And one was small and crapulous, and one was ...
We have too much exhibitionism and not enough voyeurism in poetry we have plenty of bass and not enough treble, ...
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