Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt! And if at Mill Valley perched in the trees the sweet rain drifting through western air a white sweating bull of a poet told us our cunts are ugly—why...
A GLEAM — a gleam — from Ida’s height, By the Fire-god sent, it came; From watch to watch it leapt, that light, As a rider rode the flame! It shot through the startled sky, And the torch of that blazing glory Old Lemnos caught on high, On its...
Up and lead the dance of Fate! Lift the song that mortals hate! Tell what rights are ours on earth, Over all of human birth. Swift of foot to avenge are we! He whose hands are clean and pure, Naught our wrath to dread hath he; Calm his cloudless days endure....
From Dawn to Dusk DAWN ON skies still and starlit White lustres take hold, And grey flushes scarlet, And red flashes gold. And sun-glories cover The rose, shed above her, Like lover and lover They flame and unfold. . . . . . . . Still bloom in the garden Green...
A Death Song: What cometh here from west to east awending? And who are these, the marchers stern and slow? We bear the message that the rich are sending Aback to those who bade them wake and know. Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay, But one and all...
