when the Shades come, the Shades of Love.
One candle is enough. Tonight the room
should not have too much light. In deep reverie,
all receptiveness, and with the gentle light-
in this deep reverie I’ll form visions
to call up the Shades, the Shades of Love.
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He’d been sitting in the cafe since ten-thirty
Midnight had gone, and he was still waiting for him.It was now after one-thirty, and the cafe was almost deserted.He’d grown tired of reading newspapersmechanically. Of his three lonely shillingsonly one was left: waiting that long,he’d spent the others on coffees and brandy.And he’d smoked all his cigarettes.So much waiting had worn him out.Because alone…
when the Shades arrive, the Shades of Love.
One candle is enough. Tonight the room
should not have too much light. In deep reverie,
all receptiveness, and with the gentle light—
in this deep reverie I will form visions
to call up the Shades, the Shades of Love.
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Neither the letter C, they say, nor the letter K
learned that these are the initial letters of names,the first of Christ and the second of Konstantios.Julian, Misopogon (The Beard-Hater)How could they ever give uptheir beautiful way of life, the rangeof their daily pleasures, their brilliant theatrewhich consummated a union between Artand the erotic proclivities of the flesh?Immoral to a degree -and probably more than…
From his village near the outskirts of town,
the peddler arrives. And ‘Incense!’ ‘Gum!’‘The best olive oil!’ ‘Perfume for your hair!’he hawks through the streets. But with all the hubbub,the music, the parades, who can hear him?The crowd shoves him, drags him along, knocks him around.And when he asks, now totally confused, ‘What the hell’sgoing on here?’one of them tosses him the huge…