Perhaps the years will get me after all, Though I have sought to cheat them of their due By documenting in beauty’s name my soul And locking out of sight my revenue Of golden rapture and of sterling tears, Let others give to Caesar Caesar’s own:…
4 tygodnie temu
O to be free at last, to sleep at last As infants sleep within the womb of rest! To stir and stirring find no blackness vast With passion weighted down upon the breast, To turn the face this way and that and feel No kisses festering on it like sores,…
4 tygodnie temu
I shall haunt you, O my lost one, as the twilight Haunts a grieving bamboo trail, And your dreams will linger strangely with the music Of a phantom lover’s tale…
4 tygodnie temu
She had a way of walking through concupiscence And past the graces her fingers never twirled: Because her mind refused the heavy burden, Her broad feet shovelled up the world.
4 tygodnie temu
It was a sacrilege, the neighbors cried, The way she shattered every mullioned pane To let a firebrand in. They tried in vain To understand how one so carved from pride And glassed in dream could have so flung aside Her graven days, or why she dared profane…
4 tygodnie temu
It was not love-why should I love you?- It was not folly, for I was wise, Yet when you looked at me, your looking Opened a kingdom to my eyes, It was not love, it was not folly, I have no name to know it by, I only know one shining instant You held my earth, you held my sky.
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Shall I compare you to a rainbowed shower Drawing to earth the very arc of dream, Or shall I say you are an orchid flower That fevers men beside a jungle stream? Shall I compare you to a windy morning Because you stir the sleeping blood and brain…
4 tygodnie temu
It is not the rain that wanly Sobs its tale across the bay, Not the sobs of lone acacias Trembling darkly in the gray, Not the groans of harried breakers Flinging tatters on the shore, But the phantom of your voice that Stays me dreaming at my door.
4 tygodnie temu
I never meant the words I said, So trouble not your honest head And never mean the words I write, But come and kiss me now goodnight.…
4 tygodnie temu
The door is closed, the curtains drawn within One room, a brilliant question mark of light… Outside her gate an empty limousine Waits in the brimming emptiness of night.
4 tygodnie temu
To the memory of Consuelo And so, it all must come to this—a dying afternoon, Thin cerements of rain around the forlorn ghost of weeping, White tombs so desolately splendid, a priestly monotone Drifting in sacramental grace, and then—the final sleeping.…
4 tygodnie temu
I You are my earth and all the earth implies: The gravity that ballasts me in space, The air I breathe, the land that stills my cries For food and shelter against devouring days. You are the earth whose orbit marks my way And sets my north and south, my east and west,…
4 tygodnie temu
Half of the world’s true glamour Is held–you know by whom? Not by the gilt Four Hundred Parading in perfume, Nor by the silvered meteors That light the celluloid sky– But by these eyes that called you, Blind fool who passed me by!
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