Often, beneath a street lamp's reddish light, Where wind torments the glass and flame by night, Where mankind swarms in stormy turbulence Within a suburb's muddy labyrinth, ...
The Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught and light, Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast. ...
City of swarming, city full of dreams Where ghosts in daylight tug the stroller's sleeve! Mysteries everywhere run like the sap That fills this great colossus' conduits. ...
O swarming city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in your narrow veins My story flows as flows the rising sap. ...
"Cemetery View Inn" "A queer sign," said our traveller to himself; "but it raises a thirst! Certainly the keeper -o f this inn appreciates Horace and the poet pupils of Epicurus. Perhaps he even apprehends the profound philosop...
Poor Muse, alas, what ails thee, then, to-day? Thy hollow eyes with midnight visions burn, Upon thy brow in alternation play, Folly and Horror, cold and taciturn. ...
Where'er he be, on water or on land, Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; One of Christ's own, or of Cythera's band, Shadowy beggar or Cr'sus rich with gold; ...
A handsome woman's tantalizing gaze Gliding our way as softly as the beam The sinuous moon sends out in silver sheen Across the lake to bathe her careless rays; ...
One night, from bottles, sang the soul of wine: '0 misfit man, I send you for your good Out of the glass and wax where I'm confined, A melody of light and brotherhood! ...
When white and ruby dawn among the rakes Breaks in, she's with the harrying Ideal, And by some strange retributive appeal Within the sleepy brute, an angel wakes.
O soft enchantress, let me tell the truth Of all the beauties decking out your youth! I'll paint the charms for you to see Of childhood married with maturity. ...
Tell me, enigmatic man, whom do you love best? Your father, your mother, your sister, or your brother? "I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother." Your friends, then?...
Through all the district's length, where from the shacks Hang shutters for concealing secret acts, When shafts of sunlight strike with doubled heat On towns and fields, on rooftops on the wheat,...
How beautiful a new sun is when it rises, flashing out its greeting, like an explosion! Happy, whoever hails with sweet emotion its descent, nobler than a dream, to our eyes!
Andromache, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of your widowed grief, The lying Simo's flooded by your tears, Made all my fertile memory blossom forth...
Debauch and Death are a fine, healthy pair Of girls, whose love is prodigal and free. Their virgin wombs, beneath the rags they wear, Are barren, though they labour constantly. ...
The way her silky garments undulate It seems she's dancing as she walks along, Like serpents that the sacred charmers make To move in rhythms of their waving wands. ...
What will you say tonight, poor lonely soul, What will you say old withered heart of mine, To the most beautiful, the best, most dear, Whose heavenly regard brings back your bloom? ...