Singular goddess, brown as night, and wild, Perfumed of fine tobacco smoke and musk, Work of some Faust, some wizard of the dusk, Ebony sorceress, black midnight's child, ...
You said, there grows within you some strange gloom, A sea rising on rock, why is it so? When once your heart has brought its harvest home Life is an evil! (secret all men know), ...
Picture Diana decked out for the chase, Charging through forests, beating brush aside, Drunk with the action, wind around her face, Breast bare, her finest horsemen left behind! ...
They say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: "Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?" Be sweet, be still! My heart and soul despise All save that antique brute-like faith of thine; ...
The moon tonight dreams vacantly, as if She were a beauty cushioned at her rest Who strokes with wandering hand her lifting Nipples, and the contour of her breasts; ...
I'm like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag'd blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in years, is old in all distress; Who flees good counsel to find weariness...
Pluvi'se, irrit' contre la ville enti're, De son urne ' grands flots verse un froid t'n'breux Aux p'les habitants du voisin cimeti're Et la mortalit' sur les faubourgs brumeux. ...
Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux, Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant tr's-vieux, Qui, de ses pr'cepteurs m'prisant les courbettes, S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres b'tes....
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p'se comme un couvercle Sur l'esprit g'missant en proie aux longs ennuis, Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle Il nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits; ...
What, then, has God to say of cursing heresies, Which rise up like a flood at precious angels' feet? A self-indulgent tyrant, stuffed with wine and meat, He sleeps to soothing sounds of monstrous blasphemies....
Do you know, as I do, delicious sadness and make others say of you: 'Strange man!' I was dying. In my soul, singular illness, desire and horror were mingled as one: ...