To the tune: “Li’l baby, don’t say a word: Mama goin’ to buy you a mocking-bird. Bird don’t sing: Mama goin’ to sell it and buy a brass ring.” “Millennium,” yes; “pandemonium”! Roy Campanella leaps high. Dodgerdom crowned, had Johnny Podres on the mound. Buzzie Bavasi and the Press gave ground; the team slapped, mauled, and asked the Yankees’ match,…
It’s peace the sailor asks of the gods, when he’s caught out on the open Aegean, when dark clouds have hidden the moon, and the constellations shine uncertainly: It’s peace for Thrace, so furious in battle, peace for the Parthians, adorned with quivers, and, Grosphus, it can’t be purchased with jewels, or purple or gold. No treasure, no consular attendants,…
tell them she is enjoying the view of the moon a pink gossamer robe barely covering her body hanshin ni usukurenai no usumono no koromo matoite tsuki miru to ie 1906. Translation by Makoto Ueda.
Gr-r-r—there go, my heart’s abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God’s blood, would not mine kill you! What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming? Oh, that rose has prior claims— Needs its leaden vase filled brimming? Hell dry you up with its flames! At the meal we sit together; Salve tibi! I must hear Wise talk…
It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o’er field and dell, Because the year is dying. Such principles are most absurd,— I care not who first taught ’em; There’s nothing known to beast or bird To make a solemn autumn. In solemn times, when grief holds sway With countenance distressing, You’ll note the…
Scene: The Ash Wood of Malvern For I was a gaunt, grave councillor Being in all things wise, and very old, But I have put aside this folly and the cold That old age weareth for a cloak. I was quite strong — at least they said so — The young men at the sword-play; But I have put aside…
“Good men and true in this house who dwell, To a stranger bouchal I pray you tell: Is the priest at home, or may he be seen? I would speak a word with Father Green.” “The Priest’s at home, boy, and may be seen; ‘Tis easy speaking with Father Green. But you must wait till I go and see If…
It was early, early in the spring, The birds did whistle and sweetly sing, Changing their notes from tree to tree, And the song they sang was Old Ireland free. It was early, early in the night, The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright; The yeoman cavalry was my downfall And taken was I by Lord Cornwall. ‘Twas in the…
All your tastes are inconsistent: Your character undergoes no change; You have no control of your inclinations. You take to burning fires Over trifles which are most slight. The attraction of the novel, Inflames you to crazed delight: More than enough to seduce you Is your own childish portrait. Who amuses you controls you: Who made you laugh? They did…
A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs draped in satirical draperies Peris in livery prepare Lethe for posthumous parvenues Delirious Avenues lit with the chandelier souls of infusoria from Pharoah’s tombstones lead to mercurial doomsdays Odious oasis in furrowed phosphorous – – – the eye-white sky-light white-light district of lunar lusts – – – Stellectric signs “Wing shows on Starway”…
