Her eyes of bright unwinking glaze    All imperturbable do not    Even make pretences to regard    The justing absence of her stays,    Where many a Tyrian gallipot    Excites desire with spilth…

    Dear absurd child – too dear to my cost I’ve found –     God made your soul for pleasure, not for use:    It cleaves no way, but angled…

(From the French of St�phane Mallarm�.)     I would immortalize these nymphs: so bright    Their sunlit colouring, so airy light,    It floats like drowsing down. Loved I a…

    There is a country in my mind,    Lovelier than a poet blind    Could dream of, who had never known    This world of drought and dust and stone    In all…

    Noonday upon the Alpine meadows    Pours its avalanche of Light    And blazing flowers: the very shadows    Translucent are and bright.    It seems a glory that nought surpasses–    Passion of angels…

    I am not one of those who sip,    Like a quotidian bock,    Cheap idylls from a languid lip    Prepared to yawn or mock.     I wait the indubitable word,    The…

(To J.S.)     Still life, still life … the high-lights shine    Hard and sharp on the bottles: the wine    Stands firmly solid in the glasses,    Smooth yellow ice, through…

  We judge by appearance merely:    If I can’t think strangely, I can at least look queerly.    So I grew the hair so long on my head    That my…

    We who are lovers sit by the fire,    Cradled warm ‘twixt thought and will,    Sit and drowse like sleeping dogs    In the equipoise of all desire,    Sit and listen…

    Once more the windless days are here,    Quiet of autumn, when the year    Halts and looks backward and draws breath    Before it plunges into death.    Silver of mist and…