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...

In scarlet tunic rare a concubine With subtle limbs, and breasts lai… For me to kiss. Soft eyes that sa… A nubile maiden slave, intensely f… Strange frightened rose. A pagan…

Thorn beneath the milk-white Crowned with In the flesh Thorns beneath the Rose without

Like mutilated skulls they roll Across the soul’s white sand And only she can make a wall And only she can understand Let my experience be a lamp displa…

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...

Why should I be subsevient to fat… Si peu de chose before a giant wor… Poor little ship with little sail… To catch the sun-breze at the harb… Why should I be a coal within the…

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…

what was the moment of coition lik… come Zariba let down your gates turn turtle all you captives of th… square suns walled in by darkness from the cry…

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)

Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun. That you may dance upon the

  I exchange eyes with the Mad Qu…   the mirror crashes against my fa… and bursts into a thousand suns   all over the city flags crackle…   fog horns scream in the harbor

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...

A sunfort flourished in my sunless… Beyond the Sun. Here in a tower a… The sunbirds of my lady’s eyes wer… Alas, poor targets for the sun-god… The Sun at Chartres seen through…

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

You’ve slipped from out your eveni… Before the polished lookingglass,… Unclasping frail corsage, while yo… Your blushing charms. Your waywar… Intrigue, as slowly you remove the…