The mirror crashes against my face and bursts into a thousand suns. all over the city flags cracle and bang. Fog horns scream in the harbor. The wind hurricanes through the window. Torn...

Unwedded from the world, I stray… To where a pool lies mirrored in t… A disk of polished gold that I ha… With labours not unknown to Hercu… Slender they bathe, all naked as a…

Proud panoply of fans and frankinc… Gold blare of trumpets, flowered r… Unnumbered symbols of magnificence… To lead Salome through the palace… Where loud the prophet of the Lor…

I am the criminal whose chest is t… I am the soldier with a red mark o… I am the prophet from the land of…

What heavens opened and blazed, What sisters virtuous, What arrows sprang to mark, The trees so terrible and dark, What years, what hopes,

Of the moon, Of the wind, Of the frozen sea, As ice, be thou, As evening dew,

You business men with your large desks with your stenographers and your bell-boys and your private telephones I say to you these are the four walls of your cage. You are tame as canarie...

Venus is sleeping with Fire Because it is winter and cold With Echo (The sound of strange footsteps go… As they pass through the door)

I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together. I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together...

I, The Sun, Lord of the Sky, sojourning in the Land of Sky, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish and declare the following to be my Last Will and Testament, hereby re...

X., peasant, aged thirty-four and a half; Sun-Worshipper. Father and Mother were hard drinkers. Since his fifth year patient has had epileptic convulsions-i.e. he falls down unconscious...

What chance have snakes upon an as… When giant limousines go gliding b… Of courtesans resolved to gratify The lust of lovers seeking new abo… I do not envy the unfriended toad

the colors have begun to form silvergray with cramoisy and gold into an arrow carved by storm beyond the fear of new and old and where the arrow fits the bow

Mad day flags crackling in the dawn the sharp intensity of drink dentelleries thrown over the mill fire sun and candlelight and at midnight I squeeze the juice of the silver fruit of th...

The Sun! the Sun! a fish in the aquarium of sky or golden net to snare the butterf… of soul or else the hole