Poems by Fernand Gregh

YOUR loved mouth has the sharp and acid smell
Of fruits unripened, although golden-faced. ...

O COURTESANS, Love's witching, wild priestesses,
You charm the universe from end to end!
Her...

DESIRE rules over men, those half-gods vain,
And is the tyrant of their heart and brain.
He f...

I HAVE grieved too much erewhile for fleeting pain,
And now my griefs I may not recognize.
'Ti...

WHAT have we done, my poor, pale dear, alas!
What was this frantic whirlwind of desire
That ...

SOMETIMES my hair would brush her rosy cheek,
Our hands clasped timidly with touch that thrille...

THE ruined steps, half-buried in the ground,
Moss, and a rose-tree labyrinth invade,
Whose ...

I, WITH my simple fate contented well,
Rimbaud, I love thy mad, incurable,
Bohemian soul, ...