Poems by Anna de Noailles

THE honey-gilded summer loud with bees,
Perfumed with lemons, mint, and pine-trees' scent,
...

POOR fawn in a dying trance,
In thy glazing eye-balls reflect me,
And make my memory dance
W...

I will cling so stubbornly to life,
I will clutch it so fiercely
That before the sweetness of ...

PRIAPUS, on thine altar here I lay,
That thou mayst hear my prayer, thou clement god,
Bunch...

Sweet, fervent couples, in your spring flight!
Love as the days fashion:
All, shadow, song...

FOR this I write, that when I lie in earth,
It may be known I loved the air and mirth,
And t...

FOR you, O youths, the books that I have written,
In which shall ...

THIS wooden cup, black as an apple pip,
Where I with hard insinuating knife
Have carved a vin...