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La Fraisne

For I was a gaunt, grave councilorBeing in all things wise, and very old,But I have put aside this folly and the coldThat old age weareth for a cloak. I was quite strong–at least they said so–The young men at…

L’Homme Moyen Sensuel

β€˜Tis of my country that I would endite,In hope to set some misconceptions right.My country? I love it well, and those good fellowsWho, since their wit’s unknown, escape the gallows.But you stuffed coats who’re neither tepid nor distinctly boreal,Pimping, conceited,…

L’aura Amara

Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  from Arnaut DaniellThe bitter airStrips panoplyFrom treesWhere softer winds set leaves,And glad,BeaksNow in brakes are coy,Scarce peep that weeMatesAnd un-mates.Β  Β  Β  Β  What gaud’s the work? …

L’Art

Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

ItΓ©

Go, my songs, seek your praise from the youngΒ  Β  Β  and from the intolerant,Move among the lovers of perfection alone.Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean lightAnd take you wounds from it gladly.

Ione, Dead the Long Year

Empty are the ways,Empty are the ways of this landAnd the flowersΒ  Β  Β  Β  Β  Bend over with heavy heads.They bend in vain.Empty are the ways of this landΒ  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β   …

Invern

Earth’s winter comethAnd I being part of allAnd sith the spirit of all moveth in meI must needs bear earth’s winterDrawn cold and grey with hoursAnd joying in a momentary sun,Lo I am withered with waiting till my spring cometh!Or…

In the Old Age of the Soul

I do not choose to dream; there cometh on meSome strange old lust for deeds.As to the nerveless hand of some old warriorThe sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmetBrings momentary life and long-fled cunning,So to my soul grown old –Grown…

In Exitum Cuiusdam

On a certain one’s departure β€˜Time’s bitter flood’! Oh, that’s all very well,But where’s the old friend hasn’t fallen off,Or slacked his hand-grip when you first gripped fame? I know your circle and can fairly tellWhat you have kept and…