日期：2007-10-20 It is, and is not, I am sane enough, Since you have come this place has hovered round me, This fabrication built of autumn roses, Then there's a goldish colour, different. And one gropes in these things as delicate Alg reach up and out, beneath Pale... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 I am a grave poetic hen That lays poetic eggs And to enhance my temperament A little quiet begs. We make the yolk philosophy, True beauty the albumen. And then gum on a shell of form To make the screed sound human.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots And saying: When shall we get back to our country? Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen, We have no comfort because of these Mongols. We grub the soft fern-shoots, When anyone says Return,... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also, presently. Some lads get hung, and some get shot. Woeful is this human lot. W... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 When I behold how black, immortal ink Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away! Why should we stop at all for what I think? There is enough in what I chance to say. It is enough that we once came together; What is the use of setting it to rime? Wh... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 This is another of our ancient loves. Pass and be silent, Rullus, for the day Hath lacked a something since this lady passed; Hath lacked a something. 'Twas but marginal.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 Hymn to the Dope Goddess of the murmuring courts, Nicotine, my Nicotine, Houri of the mystic sports, trailing-robed in gabardine, Gliding where the breath hath glided, Hidden sylph of filmy veils, Truth behind the dream is veild E'en as thou art, smi... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 Luini in porcelain! The grand piano Utters a profane Protest with her clear soprano. The sleek head emerges From the gold-yellow frock As Anadyomene in the opening Pages of Reinach. Honey-red, closing the face-oval, A basket-work of braids which seem... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 These tales of old disguisings, are they not Strange myths of souls that found themselves among Unwonted folk that spake an hostile tongue, Some soul from all the rest who'd not forgot The star-span acres of a former lot Where boundless mid the cloud... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand, Lonely from the beginning of time until now! Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn. I climb the towers and towers to watch out the barbarous land: Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert. Ther... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-20 Lady of rich allure, Queen of the spring's embrace, Your arms are long like boughs of ash, Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain unsure, Breath of the poppy flower, All the wood thy bower And the hills thy dwelling-place. This will I no more dream... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-12 Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant, Move among the lovers of perfection alone. Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light And take you wounds from it gladly.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-12 Empty are the ways, Empty are the ways of this land And the flowers Bend over with heavy heads. They bend in vain. Empty are the ways of this land Where Ione Walked once, and now does not walk But seems like a person just gone.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-12 Earth's winter cometh And I being part of all And sith the spirit of all moveth in me I must needs bear earth's winter Drawn cold and grey with hours And joying in a momentary sun, Lo I am withered with waiting till my spring cometh! Or crouch coveto... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-12 I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me Some strange old lust for deeds. As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning, So to my soul grown old - Grown old w... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-12 When I am old I will not have you look apart From me, into the cold, Friend of my heart, Nor be sad in your remembrance Of the careless, mad-heart semblance That the wind hath blown away When I am old. When I am old And the white hot wonder-fire Unto... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-12 Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'lection de son spulchre For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain the sublime In the old sense. Wrong from the start -- No, hardl... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-12 No man hath dared to write this thing as yet, And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great At times pass athrough us, And we are melted into them, and are not Save reflexions of their souls. Thus am I Dante for a space and am One Francois Vill... 阅读全文>>