He asked me of my friend – “a clever man; Such various talent, business, journalism; A pen that might some day have sent out ‘leaders’ From our greatest newspapers.” – “Yes, all this, All this,” I said. – “And yet he will not rise? He’ll stay a “comp.,” a printer all his life?” – I said: “Just that, a...
“Teach me, love, to be true; Teach me, love, to love; Teach me to be pure like you. It will be more than enough! “Ah, and in days to come, Give me, my seraph, too, A son nobler than I, A daughter...
By Francis William Lauderdale Adams Come then, let us at least know what’s the truth. Let us not blink our eyes and say We did not understand; old age or youth Benumbed our sense or stole our sight away. It is a lie – just that, a lie – to declare...
I see a land of desperate droughts and floods: I see a land where need keeps spreading round, And all but giants perish in the stress: I see a land where more, and more, and more The demons, Earth and Wealth, grow bloat and strong. I see a land that lies a helpless prey ...
Spring, and the wispy clouds that fade awayAnd draw the ecstatic soul in pain to aspireIn maddening flight through heaven’s thin flood of fireTo melt in rapture at the heart of day,The powers of the world that promise and betrayHave dragged me from you in their icy ireAnd set me spinning at their loom, for hire,The shroud in which my senses must decay.For hire I give myself, and cannot tellIf the...
Tiens, la voilà : miss Béate, somnolantà l’ombre d’un parasol Campari. A côté d’elle,un bouquin – quelque chose de brillant : Callimaque,disons, imprimé dans une élégante typo vénitienne –lu à moitié (et il reste encoreles métaphores les plus osées !),un verre de gin, buée froidefleurissant sur le cristal. L’aircaresse sa peauet la hi-fi du voisin joue« I Can’t Get Started » dans un...