The Parrot |
In days when her old age seemed hardA poor black girl kept as wardThat gay and lively bird.
Nestled in a tumbledownUgly shack right out of town,They lived, the two alone.
It, as in old days at a fair,...
Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 15:57:00 GMT |
Mazurka |
No charm enchants like this particular one,Music wherein my languor is adoredOn eves when I pursue the bronze light-beams pouredOn the green rug of the well-known salon.How I love to hear, by strange ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 22:10:00 GMT |
Hearts Blasé |
In the last dark of all, their eyes fade;They wish for life and hunted out a dream;But for their blaspheming hearts, whence all hope fled;They never found the right true-flowing stream.Vainly they sou...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 13:14:00 GMT |
The Deadly Cat |
One night as I scanned many a volume,Seeking a dark token of deep gloomA phantom cat drew near me in the roomAnd suddenly pounced on me ;In such a manner then he pounced on meThat since that time I've...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 21:18:00 GMT |
Summer Night |
A violin sighs its song of grief profound,And a horn joins in, filling the calm night;The Sylphides mourn, like souls in fearful plight,And the tall yew's hearts emit a dying sound.By a waking breeze ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 20:45:00 GMT |
The Sad Wind of Autumn |
With a cry like that from an infant's throat,Dismal, triumphant, the wind through the woodsRaces and tears through the bark that it shreds,Mixing its distant cries with the horn's low note.
See how it...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 17:05:00 GMT |
Nocturnal Confession |
Priest, I'm possessed. It's dark in the city,A keep of sins, my soul is deadly black,An awful grief pours onto the sidewalkAnd from the abject herd no one comes to me.All is calm. All sleep. A lonely ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 18:16:00 GMT |
My Soul |
My soul is as artless as a flake of snowIn February...Ah! back to childhood's threshold let us go,Please come with me...Join fingers, weep and pray and dream, my dear,As in the old daysWhen in my room...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 23:53:00 GMT |
Immaculate Love |
I know a church with pane of fine glassWhere angels led a master-hand to paintIn his own mystic style a blue eyed-saint With star-haloed head, wearing a fringed dress.Each night, soul-haunted by the h...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 18:15:00 GMT |
Mika...Too Short |
I saw Mika today at Club Soda. I have to say Mika is very talented and he sure have a bright careeer in front of him. There was an happy mood in the club when I came in...Balloons everywhere and free...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 21:36:00 GMT |
