Raking, raking, his amorous thoughts

that a day of success will lull us to sleep on the shame of our fatal incompetence?(O palms! diamond!– Love! strength!– higher than all joys and all fame!–in any case, everywhere– demon, god,– Youth of this being: myself!)That the accidents of scientific wonders and the movements of social brotherhoodwill be cherished as the progressive restitution…

some straight, some arched,others descending at oblique angles to the first;and these figures recurringin other lighted circuits of the canal,but all so long and light that the banks,laden with domes, sink and shrink.A few of these bridgesare still covered with hovels,others support polls,signals, frail parapets.Minor chords crosseach other and disappear;ropes rise from the shore.One can…

At the town’s end,the road without Sound is white,and it is night.The street has strange housesWith shutters of angels.But look how he runs towards a Boundary-stone,evil and shivering, A dark cherub who staggers,Having eaten too many jububes.He does a cack : then disappears :But his cursed cack appears,Under the holy empty moon,A slight cesspool of…

and, in those shameless bathings where children are gay,I used to observe the form and performance of our arse.Firmer, in many cases pale, it possesses striking formswhich the screen of hairs covers;for women, it is only in the charming partingthat the long tufted silk flowers.A touching and marvellous ingenuity such as you see onlyin the…

Your thighs:The sea has stained rust at the crimson of your breasts,And Man had bled black at your sovereign side.

They were captured by howling IndiansWho nailed them naked to coloured posts.I cared no more for other boats or cargoes:Flemish wheat or English cottons, all were goneWhen my bargemen could no longer haul meI forgot about everything and drifted on.Amid the fury of the loudly chopping tidesLast winter, deaf as a child’s dark night,Ah, how…