Poems

Freedom of Love (Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of heat lightning With […]

Le Verbe Être Je connais le désespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le désespoir n’a pas d’ailes, il ne se tient pas nécessairement à une table desservie […]

Less Time Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account of everything, there you have it. […]

Tournesol La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l’été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses grands arums […]

A highly valuable chain of thoughts HAD cigarettes no ashes, And roses ne’er a thorn, No man would be a funker Of whin, or burn, or […]

A Scot to Jeanne D’Arc DARK Lily without blame, Not upon us the shame, Whose sires were to the Auld Alliance true; They, by the Maiden’s […]

Aesop HE sat among the woods; he heard The sylvan merriment; he saw The pranks of butterfly and bird, The humors of the ape, the daw. […]

Ballades I – To Theocritus, in Winter AH! leave the smoke, the wealth, the roar Of London, leave the bustling street, For still, by the Sicilian […]

Ballades II – Of the Book-Hunter IN torrid heats of late July, In March, beneath the bitter bise, He book-hunts while the loungers fly, He book-hunts, […]

Ballades III – Of Blue China THERE’S a joy without canker or cark, There ’s a pleasure eternally new, ’T is to gloat on the glaze […]