Category: Poetry
Summer afternoon in Hell! Down the empty street it fell, Pantaloon and Scaramouche-- Tongues like flames and shadows louche-- Flickered down the street together In the spangled weather. Flames, bright singing-birds that pass, Whistled wares as shrill as grass (Landscapes clear...
Turn, turn again, Ape’s blood in each vein. The people that pass Seem castles of glass, The old and the good, Giraffes of blue wood; The soldier, the nurse, Wooden face and a cu...
1. Part 1Summer afternoon in Hell! Down the empty street it fell, Pantaloon and Scaramouche-- Tongues like flames and shadows louche-- Flickered down the street together In the spangled...
3. Part 3The carriage brushes through the bright Leaves (violent jets from life to light). Strong polished speed is plunging, heaves Between the showers of bright hot leaves. The window-...