Democracy
"The flag goes with the foul landscape, and our jargon muffles the drum
" In the great centers we'll nurture the most cynical prostitution
We'll massacre logical revolts
In spicy and drenched lands
"The flag goes with the foul landscape, and our jargon muffles the drum
" In the great centers we'll nurture the most cynical prostitution
We'll massacre logical revolts
In spicy and drenched lands
I am an ephemeral and a not too discontented citizen of a metropolis considered modern because all known taste has been evaded in the furnishings and the exterior of the houses as well as in the layout of the city
Here you will fail to detect...
I have kissed the summer dawn
Before the palaces, nothing moved
The water lay dead
Battalions of shadows still kept the forest road
Drinks:
Sees:
Law,
Falls
These are cities
And this is the people for whom these Alleghenys and Lebanons of dream have been raised
Castles of wood and crystal move on tracks and invisible winches
Old craters ringed with mammoth statues and coppery palms roar...
Oh, my Beautiful
Oh, my Good
Hideous fanfare where yet I do not stumble
Oh, rack of enchantments
Everything seen…The vision gleams in every air
Everything had…The far sound of cities, in the evening,
In sunlight, and always
Everything known…O Tumult
Blackcurrant river rolls unknown in strange valleys; the voices of a hundred rooks go with it, the true benevolent voice of angles: with the wide movements of the fir woods when several winds sweep down
Everything flows with [the] horrible my...
The pigeons which flutter in the meadow, the game which runs and sees in the dark, the water animals, the animal enslaved, the last butterflies
also are thirsty
But to dissolve where that wandering cloud is dissolving - Oh
Favoured ...
As soon as the idea of the Deluge had subsided,
A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flowerbells, and said a prayer to the rainbow, through the spider's web
Oh
the precious stones that began to hide,-- and the flowers that alrea...
Reality being too thorny for my great personality
--I found myself nevertheless at my lady's, an enormous gray-blue bird soaring toward the moldings of the ceiling and trailing my wings through the shadows of the evening
At the foot of t...
On the black gallows, one-armed friend,
The paladins are dancing,
The lean, the devil's
The skeletons of Saladins