The book of jade

Lo, in the night I cry out, in the night, God! and my voice shall howl into the sky! I am weary of seeing shapeless things that fly, And flap into my face in their vile flight;

In thy blue pallid gown that shimmereth So pale thou standest in the wan moonlight, Where the gold censer near thy body white Wraps thee around with its perfumed breath;

Mad Sonnet The House of Youth De Profundis Prayer Sestettes Sonnet of the Instruments of Death Truth Hegel Monotony Sepulture Miserrimus Scorn The Grave Mummy Sepulchral Life Co...

Ashtoreth Parfait Amour Opium Sombre Sonnet Languor Ennui Litany Harvard Pride Song of Golden Youth Mais Moi Je Vis La Vie En Rouge Louanges D'Elle Hélas Sonnet Sonnet Rondeau A...