Poems by Gustave Kahn

I DREAMED of a cruel lad
torturing a little bird he had,
to feel its flanks palpitate. ...

SO long as the child preferred to me such and such a
player of the f...

THY arms with bracelets I will deck,
and with a string of pearls thy neck,
and with my lips t...

MY OWN is beautiful as floated perfume is--
The other day she seemed an opening flower--
My own...

Why pick at old wounds?
It was so long ago.
All is well finished that causes
Remembrances of s...

IT is a pilgrim coming from the East.
There had been to seek a balmy flower
which planted, in ...

THE three girls on the sea-shore
have seen the Virgin mother passing
along the grave colonnades...

Forgive the transgressions of my flesh, love,
And my lying heart.
It's a cruel illusion, thi...

WHEN the King came to his tower
the fair one came to him and said--O King Neither the wi...

YOU masks of the masquerade,
pass, you are not she,
for whom my being staggers drunkenly,
...