Ode XVIII, by Hafez
From the Divan Slaves of thy shining eyes are ...
Violet Poems
The Image, by Anna de Noailles
POOR fawn in a dying trance,
In thy glazing e...
Boarding-House Episode, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Apples race into appetites:
The unswerving me...
Uneasy Reflections, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Determinedly peppered with signs,
The omnibus...
1915: The Trenches, by Conrad Aiken
I All night long, it has seemed for many year...
Violet Moore and Bert Moore, by Conrad Aiken
He thinks her little feet should pass
Where da...
The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde, by Amy Lowell
The Bell in the convent tower swung.
High over...
The Shadow, by Amy Lowell
Paul Jannes was working very late,
For this w...
Sappho to Her Girlfriends, by Sappho
Fragments 34, 77, 76, 61, 71, 48, 86, 83...
Messaline, by Aleister Crowley
Beneath the living cross I lie
And swoon towar...
A Paean in the Springtide, by Aleister Crowley
Now is the triumph of Love, now is the day of ...
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, by William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the ...
The Vowels, by Arthur Rimbaud
YE vowels, A black, E white, I red, U green...
Fiesole Idyl, by Walter Savage Landor
Here, where precipitate Spring, with one ligh...
I Cannot Tell, Not I, Why She, by Walter Savage Landor
I cannot tell, not I, why she
Awhile so grac...
There are Some Wishes that may Start, by Walter Savage Landor
There are some wishes that may start
Nor cloud...
Saturn, by Clark Ashton Smith
Now were the Titans gathered round their king
...
Gallus, by Virgil
This closing effort, Arethusa, aid;
A few b...
Georgic IV, by Virgil
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
The Dead Child, by Francis Jammes
A small house with a dog in front..
O my love!...
Extreme Unction, by Donald Evans
Across the rotting pads in the lily lake
Her g...
The Birth of Light, by Albert Laighton
My form was hid in darkness; when the earth
Wa...
The Tress of Hair, by Albert Laighton
A single tress of golden hair;
A sacred relic...
Cleopatra, by Albert Samain
I LEANING in silence on the tower-rampart,
T...
No More for Lycus, by Alcaeus
No more for Lycus will I sigh,
Or seek his fo...