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Once more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling underground, A treacherous messenger, the thought of you Comes to destroy me; once more I renew Firm faith in…
Only until this cigarette is ended,A little moment at the end of all,While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,And in the firelight to a lance extended,Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,The broken shadow dances on the wall,I will permit…
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughterWe drenched the altars of Love’s sacred grove,Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient afterThe launching of the colored moths of Love.Love’s proper myrtle and his mother’s zoneWe bound about our irreligious brows,And fettered…
Into the golden vessel of great songLet us pour all our passion; breast to breastLet other lovers lie, in love and rest;Not we,—articulate, so, but with the tongueOf all the world: the churning blood, the longShuddering quiet, the desperate hot…
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;Well, such you are,—but well enough we knowHow thick about us root, how rankly growThose subtle weeds no man has need to tend,That flourish through neglect, and soon must sendPerfume too sweet…
I shall forget you presently, my dear,So make the most of this, your little day,Your little month, your little half a yearEre I forget, or die, or move away,And we are done forever; by and byI shall forget you, as…
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!Faithless am I save to love’s self alone.Were you not lovely I would leave you now:After the feet of beauty fly my own.Were you not still my hunger’s rarest food,And water ever…
I think I should have loved you presently,And given in earnest words I flung in jest;And lifted honest eyes for you to see,And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;And all my pretty follies flung asideThat won you to…
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,And drag me at your chariot till I die,–Oh, heavy prince! O, panderer of hearts!–Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lieWho shout you mighty: thick about my hair,Day in,…
I do but ask that you be always fairThat I forever may continue kind;Knowing me what I am, you should not dareTo lapse from beauty ever, nor seek to bindMy alterable mood with lesser cords;Weeping and such soft matters must…