as extensive as Epirus and the Peloponnesus,or as the large island of Japan, or as Arabia!Fanes lighted up by the return of the _theories_;prodigious views of a modern coast’s defenses;dunes illustrated with flaming flowers and bacchanalia;grand canals of Carthage and Embankments of a dubious Venice;Etnas languidly erupting, and crevasses of flowers and of glacier waters;washhouses…
A, black belt, hairy with burst flies,Bumbling and buzzing over stinking cruelties,Pits of night; E, candour of sand pavilions,High glacial spears, white kings, trembling QueenAnne’s lace;I, bloody spittle, laughter dribbling from a faceIn wild denial or in anger, vermilions;U,…divine movement of viridian seas,Peace of pastures animal-strewn, peace of calm linesDrawn on foreheads worn with heavy…
on their knees, five little ones – what anguish! –watch the baker making the heavy white bread.They see the strong white arm that shapesthe grey dough and sets it to bake in a bright hole.They listen to the good bread cooking.The Baker with his fat smile hums an old tune.They are huddled together, not one…
and die the happier: since I am patient!If my pain submits, if I ever have any gold,shall I choose the North or the Country of Vines? …– Oh! It is shameful to dream – since it is pure loss!And if I become once more the old traveler,never can the green inn be open to me…
ornamental saps conspired.Summer’s ardour was confidedto silent birds and due indolenceto a priceless mourning boatthrough gulfs of dead lovesand fallen perfumes.-After the moment of the woods women’s songto the rumble of the torrent in the ruin of the wood,of the tinkle of the cowbells to the echo of the vales,and the cries of the steppes.–…
the true benevolent voice of angles:with the wide movements of the fir woodswhen several winds sweep down.Everything flows with [the] horrible mysteries of ancient landscapes;of strongholds visited, of large estates:it is along these banks that you can hearthe dead passions of errant knights:but how the wind is wholesome!Let the traveler look through these clerestories:he will…
It is the sea fled awayWith the sun.Sentinel soul,Let us whisper the confessionOf the night full of nothingnessAnd the day on fire.From human approbation,From common urgesYou diverge hereAnd fly off as you may.Since from you alone,Satiny embers,Duty breathesWithout anyone saying : at last.Here is no hope,No orietur.Knowledge and fortitude,Torture is certain.It has been found again.What…
Tisonnant, tisonnant son coeur amoureux sousSa chaste robe noire, heureux, la main gantée,Un jour qu’il s’en allait, effroyablement doux,Jaune, bavant la foi de sa bouche édentée,Un jour qu’il s’en allait, ‘Oremus’, – un MéchantLe prit rudement par son oreille benoiteEt lui jeta des mots affreux, en arrachantSa chaste robe noire autour de sa peau moite…
Its drawers are open, and its odours soakThe darkness with the scent of strong old wine.Its drawers are full, a final resting placeFor scented, yellowed linens, scraps of clothesFoe wives or children, worn and faded bows,Grandmothers’ collars made of figured lace;There you will find old medals, locks of greyOr yellow hair, and portraits, and a…
what is unknown to monstrous loveand to the infernal probity of the masses!what neither time nor science need recognize: The Voices restored;fraternal awakening of all choral and orchestral energiesand their instantaneous application; the opportunity, the only one,for the release of our senses! For sale Bodies without price,outside any race, any world, any sex, any lineage!…
