The Wild Hunt (Johannes Carsten Hauch Poems)
When they thought that Denmark's kingSoundly in the graveyard slumbered,Words incredible, unnumbered,Through the land crept whispering.Rumor said: "The king hunts ...
When they thought that Denmark's kingSoundly in the graveyard slumbered,Words incredible, unnumbered,Through the land crept whispering.Rumor said: "The king hunts ...
A silver Luciferservescocaine in cornucopiaTo some somnambulistsof adolescent thighsdrapedin satirical draperiesPeris in liveryprepareLethefor posthumous parvenuesDelirious Avenueslitwith the chandelier soulsof infusoriafrom ...
'Even when I danced erectby the Nile's gardenI constructed Necropolis.Ten million fellaheen cellsof my body floated stonesto establish a white ...
I Secret was the garden; Set i' the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. ...
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
My mother was for woman's rights And my father was the rich miller at London Mills. I dreamed of the ...
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