Rosa Flammea (Arthur Symons Poems)
Beautiful demon, O veil those eyes of fire, Cover your breads that are whiter than milk, and ruddy With dewy ...
Arthur Symons Poems (157 Poems)
The Beggars (Arthur Symons Poems)
It is the beggars who possess the earth. Kings on their throne have but the narrow girth Of some poor ...
Invocation (Arthur Symons Poems)
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth, Which is a spirit moving in the world, Closer to life ...
The Desire Of Life (Arthur Symons Poems)
O broken, old, weary desire of life, Unquenchable flame of desire, That wakens, like a well-nigh waited fire, Now in ...
To A Gitana Dancing: Seville (Arthur Symons Poems)
BECAUSE you are fair as souls of the lost are fair, And your eyelids laugh with desire, and your laughing ...
Giovanni Malatesta At Rimini (Arthur Symons Poems)
Giovanni Malatesta, the lame old man, Walking one night, as he was used, being old, Upon the grey seashore at ...
Body’s Blood (Arthur Symons Poems)
And if I love you more than my own soul Then must you die and I shall never die Until ...
The Ecstasy (Arthur Symons Poems)
What is this reverence in extreme delight That waits upon my kisses as they Storm, Vehemently, this height Of Steep ...
Hymn To Energy (Arthur Symons Poems)
God is; and because life omnipotent Gives birth to life, or of itself must die, The suicide of its own ...
Felpham (Arthur Symons Poems)
Away to sweet Felpham, for heaven is there. -- BLAKE. Here Blake saw the seventy-seven Stairs, and golden gates of ...
Two Love-Songs (Arthur Symons Poems)
I do not know if your eyes are green or grey Or if there are other eyes brighter than they; ...
At Fontaineblea (Arthur Symons Poems)
IT was a day of sun and rain, Uncertain as a child's swift moods; And I shall never spend ...
Weariness (Arthur Symons Poems)
I There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade Into the grey of a twilight that ...
To The Merchants Of Bought Dreams (Arthur Symons Poems)
I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams, For I have greater memories than these bring Back from their ...
Chimera Caliban (Arthur Symons Poems)
An ignominious monster and uncouth Who crouches in a Satanic attitude, The naked parody of some vital truth Concealed from ...
O, water, voice of my heart… (Arthur Symons Poems)
O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand, All night long crying with a ...
Night In The Valley (Arthur Symons Poems)
Waves of the gentle waters of the healing night, Flow over me with silent peace and golden dark, Wash me ...
The Grey Wolf (Arthur Symons Poems)
The grey wolf comes again: I had made fast The door with chains; how has the grey wolf passed My ...
The Last Memory (Arthur Symons Poems)
When I am old, and think of the old days,And warm my hands before a little blaze,Having forgotten love, hope, ...
The Turning Dervish (Arthur Symons Poems)
Stars in the heavens turn, I worship like a star, And in its footsteps learn Where peace and wisdom are. ...
At Toledo (Arthur Symons Poems)
The little Stones chuckle among the fields: "We are so small: God will not think of us; We are so ...
Wanderer’s Song (Arthur Symons Poems)
I have had enough of women, and enough of love, But the land waits, and the sea waits, and day ...
Modern Beauty (Arthur Symons Poems)
I am the torch, she saith, and what to meIf the moth die of me? I am the flameOf Beauty, ...
Leves Amores (Arthur Symons Poems)
Your kisses, and the way you curlDelicious and distracting girl,Into one's arms and round aboutInextricably in and outTwining luxuriously, as ...
Haschisch (Arthur Symons Poems)
Behind the door, beyond the light,Who is it waits there in the night?When he has entered he will stand,Imposing with ...
Rubies (Arthur Symons Poems)
There are nine rubles in this Indian ring, And every blood-red ruby is a part Of the nine-petalled rose that ...
The Passing (Arthur Symons Poems)
Weep not at all: crocuses in the grass, Like little flames of gold, flicker and pass; The buds that after ...
Dawn (Arthur Symons Poems)
Here in the little roomYou sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,While I, in very sooth,Tired, and awake beside you ...
Beata Beatrix (Arthur Symons Poems)
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
Love And Sorrow (Arthur Symons Poems)
I know not if the love be dead I sang of once, or only asleep; The feet of my joy ...