Poems by Paul Fort

IVY has covered all the wall. How many hours, how many tears, since once we loved? How many day...

THE devil's ruby eyes peer all night long,
A-hunting mice to spit upon his little prong. ...

THE maidens short of stature, brown of hands,
With sickles hanging from their arms like moons,...

THE sea is brown and green, and silver-flecked,
And roars as mountain-shadowed forests do.
Th...

THIS maiden she is dead, is dead before her wedding-day.
They lay her in her shroud, her shrou...

UNTO thee shall be given a boat, and thou shalt all alone embark..
The oars shall sleep along t...

BOWED o'er my staff, but raising not my head, I did not see the lightning flare. O my flock! I ...

I RECOGNIZED him by his skips and hops,
And by his hair I knew that he was Pan.
Through sunny ...

THE swallow flees. The twilight falls apace. The swallow flees, and the hawk follows. The moon i...

I LOVED the mother, and I loved the daughter. He sails for many a month, does sailor Jack. I lo...