XML     PDF PYGMALION To work at sunrise nor till sunset rest,    Week’s end spliced in week’s end: ’twas thus he wrought;    Tools blunt—not patience tempered by…

XML     PDF LES CHERCHEUSES DE POUX AFTER ARTHUR RIMBAULD When, forehead full of torments hot and red,The child invokes white crowds of hazy dreams,Two…

XML     PDF GUST-DISGUSTED GEESE The sun makes dust on the highways;    The wind pokes fun at the geese;With feathers blown all sideways,    In walking they find…

XML     PDF THE LITTLE BROWN WOOD-MOUSE A little brown wood-mouseHis ample fur cloak doffed,Then tied his comforterBefore he left the house;’Twas lamb’s wool, bleached…

XML     PDF LOVE LIES BLEEDING SONG FROM A FAIRY TALE Love lies bleeding,Fevers feedingOn flesh which swords have stricken.Should sweet blood clot and thicken?How…