#Americans
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…
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, 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...
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
O ye who claim to be our loyal fri… Come now and build for us a funera… And lay our emptied bodies on the… Pray for our souls, murmur your sa… And while the gold and scarlet fla…
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…
they have walked through the gatew… of my eyes they have climbed the mountains of my body they have marched across the deser…
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…
An Arab beats upon a kettle drum, And tuneless is the wailing of the… As on the sands a slavegirl execut… Her dance of wantonwild delirium; Her body swaying like a pendulum
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...
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...
I think I understand you, Baudela… With all your strangeness and perv… You whose fierce hatred of dull wo… Led you to seek your macabre visio… Where shrouded night came creeping…
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
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...
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…