Dawn
I have kissed the summer dawn
Before the palaces, nothing moved
The water lay dead
Battalions of shadows still kept the forest road
I have kissed the summer dawn
Before the palaces, nothing moved
The water lay dead
Battalions of shadows still kept the forest road
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...
I spend my life sitting - like an angel in the hands of a barber - a deeply fluted beer mug in my fist, belly and neck curved, a Gambier pipe in my teeth, under the air swelling with impalpable veils of smoke
Like the warm excrements in an ol...
A large carved cupboard of white oakemanates that relaxed gentle
Old people have; open, it's kindlyshadows give off fragrances like finewine, it overflows with a jumbleof quaint frayed things: sweetyellowed linen, torn women's clothes,faded l...
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
A winding movement on the slope beside the rapids of the river
The abyss at the stern,
The swiftness of the incline,
The overwhelming passage of the tide,
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...
Oh, my Beautiful
Oh, my Good
Hideous fanfare where yet I do not stumble
Oh, rack of enchantments
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
While the red-stained mouths of machine guns ring Across the infinite expanse of day;
While red or green, before their posturing King,
The massed battalions break and melt away;
And while a monstrous frenzy runs a course That makes ...