The Fragments Of My Poetry
The fragments of my poetry
Mirror the tempests green
The billows black and frothing
In my breast.
The fragments of my poetry
Are chromosomes littered randomly
But from them the body of poetry
Can rise.
The fragments of my poetry
Are like the broken mirror:
That I broke silently -
My heart is broken.
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Jewels of the night
jewels of the night
you have to shine bright
to cut across the razor the dark
this night.
The pendent earrings you have
Shine in the growing dark:
The flames are leaping
And shadows flickering
This night.
And you
And you
Sweet jewel of the night
Sweet dark jewel
Whenever you smile
Your teeth shine in the night
So bright
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The night, to-night how weary is
This night, to-night how weary is
The sickly boy sickens the more and sweats
Into the delirium of the night.
She pineth
She weepeth
She pineth
With her beady eyes
In the slow-lighted night full glistening
Like lizard’s eyes.
And the delirium
The delirium of the night
How soundeth it
Like a cacophony.
This night, to-night how weary is.
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I Weep I Weep - For The Lost Poem!
I weep I weep - for the lost poem!
I wrote it in the night
I wrote it in despair
When to my beating mind
There was no light.
I lament for the lost poem!
Was it torn? If no, where lies it?
I wrote it in despair
And now like a lost sheep
I fetch it.
How time passes!
How the black hair
To more graying hair
Will turn!
And in the meantime
My poem my lost poem
I rue.
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How thick the veil this night – this summer night
How thick the veil this night – this summer night
The long thick veil of Night!
How wander we
Down steps and down
The eerie city streets – at night all desolate
And our paces echo and re-bound
Into the shrine of sacred silence
Into the night of dark they fade
And fade.
And as
We go down
And by the sea
We saw the moon
The languid moon
Leap in to sea!
What suicide!
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The Old Bells
Ah! The old bells it was
Their fault
That I walked through the frost
Of winter that
Hung down the trees with
Their disheveled hair unkempt
And let down:
Like girls without having done
Their make-up:
I passed through the frost breathing
Out mist like a forge
Under the trees with hair
Let down
I passed, I walked, I suffered:
Ah! The old bells it was
Of the cathedral, their fault.
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To-Night, To-Night
to-night, to-night
we’ll storm
the house that hangs
above the narrow street
that leads to port.
Ah! that small house
How queer it is:
Its garden how deranged
How creaking
The iron stile
That opens into the garden!
And in the night
The stormy night
None go near the house
For all around
The ground’s unsanctified
By horses’ hooves
And elves and goblins green
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In the long night
In the long night
The long, long night
How bright
The light of passion shines!
The summer heat
How obstinate
It is:
Yet in the night
The long, long night
How bright
The light of passion shines!
And winter frost
And neighing wind
Behind the window panes
And doors:
And the shrill call
Of nightingales
In Spring:
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What Siren-Song Arises
What siren-song arises
From the sweet silver bosom of the sea
By the three rocks?
No human eyes to watch
No human eyes to see
And yet
The elfin forms in dwindling shadows dance
And then
Of sudden the shadows grow
As in a trance.
What siren-song ariseth
From the weary sea, the funereal dirge
Of mariners lost and gone, perhaps?
What siren-song ariseth
This sad night, this endless seeming night
From the sweet silver bosom of the sea
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How spiny the cactus raised itself
how spiny the cactus raised itself
into the desert
how red the sand
burnt under the mid-day sun
how scorched the scorpion moved
across the red sand
and in that silence
a sudden whirlwind blows
a red, red cloud of sand
from the dunes rises
how spiny the cactus raised itself
into the tempest:
and yet
and yet
the tempest was subdued and fell
as happened long ago and now
and still
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