Poems

Lui Et Elle

Lui Et Elle She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though what she does, […]

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Malade

Malade The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window The tassel of the blind swings gently, tapping the pane, As […]

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Mating

Mating Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, And see, where the budding hazels […]

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Mystery

Mystery Now I am all One bowl of kisses, Such as the tall Slim votaresses Of Egypt filled For a God’s excesses. I lift to you […]

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Patience

Patience A wind comes from the north Blowing little flocks of birds Like spray across the town, And a train, roaring forth, Rushes stampeding down With […]

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