The Smile Of The Sphinx (George Sylvester Viereck Poems)
AND one day of late a dream oppressed me . . .And in dreams through the long streets I wandered.(Through ...
AND one day of late a dream oppressed me . . .And in dreams through the long streets I wandered.(Through ...
In dreams on a far-off shore I lay(Dreams that were full of dread),Where the purple clouds of a dying dayShadowed ...
IO NINEVEH, thy realm is setUpon a base of rock and steelFrom where the under-rivers fretHigh up to where the ...
O little siren of the rose-white skin,Reared to strange music and to stranger sin,With scornful lips that move to no ...
Thy hands are like cool herbs that bring Balm to men's hearts, upon them laid; Thy lovely-petalled lips are madeAs any blossom ...
I lay beside you… on your lips the whileHovered, most strange… the mirage of a smile,Such as a minstrel lover ...
FAR, far away, within a lonely valeThere stands a temple old - so old and gray,Unwarmed by rays of sunshine; ...
Foul night-birds brood in fearsome throngAbout the path that I must tread:Thou art not what I thought thee long,And oh, ...
IWithin a sultry desert land,Where neither flowers nor shadows are,Hid to the breast in shifting sandThere stands an image secular.Where ...
JINGLING bells and cracking whip,Laughter and jest on every lip! -Thou drew'st thy gorgeous mantle tight -But lo! I marked ...
THE mockery of thy lips adored,Thy lovely languid headEnwreathed with poppies redIs my loadstone:Because thou art cruel, therefore be my ...
Sweet is the highroad when the skylarks call, When we and Love go rambling through the land. But shall we still walk ...
My heart is like a city of the gay Reared on the ruins of a perished one Wherein my dead loves cower ...
THE flowers I plucked, with youthful freedom strayingThrough fields with dreamy poppies sown,I bring, a priest sad scornful homage payingBefore ...
HUGE steel-ribbed monsters rise into the airHer Babylonian towers, while on highLike gilt-scaled serpents glide the swift trains by,Or, underfoot, ...
Beyond the sea a land of heroes lies,Of fairy heaths and rivers, mountains steep,O'ergrown with vine - her memory I ...
This is my singing season, and the dearthOf music ended; I am pregnant thusWith sound and colour, and melodiousMine unborn ...
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