Villon (Basil Bunting Poems)
I He whom we anatomized 'whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly ...
I He whom we anatomized 'whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly ...
Three days I heard them grieve when I lay dead, (It was so strange to me that they should weep!) ...
HERE, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as ...
You can rig up a house with all manner of things,The prayer rugs of sultans and princes and kings;You can ...
Some folks I know, when friends drop inTo visit for awhile and chin,Just lead them round the rooms and hallsAnd ...
I have killed the moth flying around my night-light; wingless and dead it liesupon the floor.(O who will kill the ...
A shady friend for torrid daysIs easier to findThan one of higher temperatureFor frigid hour of mind.The vane a little ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
The Spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands -- And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl -- ...
A shady friend -- for Torrid days -- Is easier to find -- Than one of higher temperature For Frigid ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
I dreamed I saw three demi-gods who in a cafe sat, And one was small and crapulous, and one was ...
Sleep; and my song shall build about your bed A paradise of dimness. You shall feel The folding of tired ...
His headstrong thoughts that once in eager strife Leapt sure from eye to brain and back to eye, Weaving unconscious ...
Suddenly, from all the green around you, something-you don't know what-has disappeared; you feel it creeping closer to the window, ...
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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