Poem
By Cyrus Console
Rotor wash, or the downward-flowing Air by which our helicopters formed Imprints in the jungle grass beneath ...
Category
Symbolist
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- PoemBy Tristan Tzarasenseless here’s the man with the crystal contractions with the rumor of sand with a doll’s past tense...
- PoemBy Tristan Tzarathen the clouds rolled in young is the night that is to say a cellophane softness ensued which blew ...
- PoemBy Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough. - PoemBy Arthur SymonsThe feverish room and that white bed, The tumbled skirts upon a chair, The novel flung half-open, where...
- PoemBy Paul VerlaineGently, let us steep our love In the silence deep, as thus, Branches arching high above Twine their ...
- PoemBy Paul VerlaineYour soul is like a landscape fantasy, Where masks and Bergamasks, in charming wise, Strum lutes and...
- PoemBy Paul VerlaineTheir long skirts and high heels battled away: Depending on the ground’s and breezes’ whim, At times...
- PoemBy Paul VerlaineMusic first and foremost! In your verse, Choose those meters odd of syllable, Supple in the air, vague...
- PoemBy Paul VerlaineBeside a humble stone, a tree Floats in the cemetery’s air, Not planted in memoriam there, But growing wild, uncultured...
- PoemBy Arthur RimbaudAs I was going down impassive Rivers, I no longer felt myself guided by haulers: Yelping redskins had...
- PoemBy Arthur RimbaudI Oh! the huge avenues of the holy land, the terraces of the temple! What has happened to the brahmin...
- PoemBy Arthur RimbaudWhen the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our two pairs of dazzled eyes—to a beach for two...
- PoemBy Stéphane MallarméI. ANCIENT OVERTURE OF HÉ RODIADE The Nurse (Incantation) Abolished, and her frightful wing in the tears Of the...
- PoemBy Charles BaudelaireIn the muddy maze of some old neighborhood,Often, where the street lamp gleams like blood,As the wind...
- PoemBy Arthur RimbaudHe is affection and the present since he opened the house to foaming winter and the hum of summer, he...
- PoemBy Arthur RimbaudO my good! O my beautiful! Atrocious fanfare where I won’t stumble! enchanted rack whereon I am stretched! Hurrah for the...
- PoemBy Arthur RimbaudA tap of your finger on the drum releases all sounds and initiates the new harmony. A step of yours ...
- PoemBy Arthur RimbaudOne fine morning, in the country of a very gentle people, a magnificent man and woman were shouting ...
- PoemBy Stéphane MallarméFrom golden showers of the ancient skies, On the first day, and the eternal snow of stars, You once ...