An Arab beats upon a kettle drum, And tuneless is the wailing of the… As on the sands a slavegirl execut… Her dance of wantonwild delirium; Her body swaying like a pendulum

The Sun! the Sun! a fish in the aquarium of sky or golden net to snare the butterf… of soul or else the hole

You business men with your large desks with your stenographers and your bell-boys and your private telephones I say to you these are the four walls of your cage. You are tame as canarie...

I never go to church to pray Among the crowded pews Nor kneel before a crucifix To hail the king of Jews I never say a prayer

I am the criminal whose chest is t… I am the soldier with a red mark o… I am the prophet from the land of…

Remember Lot’s wife How like a woman in a barren field No stronger than a flower Not born in shame Like the deaf adder

Why should I be subsevient to fat… Si peu de chose before a giant wor… Poor little ship with little sail… To catch the sun-breze at the harb… Why should I be a coal within the…

War was romantic in the days of ol… The knight rode forth to battle un… Wearing the favour of some royal m… Who loved him for his courage lion… And thus he sought adventures mani…

You’ve slipped from out your eveni… Before the polished lookingglass,… Unclasping frail corsage, while yo… Your blushing charms. Your waywar… Intrigue, as slowly you remove the…

I think I understand you, Baudela… With all your strangeness and perv… You whose fierce hatred of dull wo… Led you to seek your macabre visio… Where shrouded night came creeping…

The mirror crashes against my face and bursts into a thousand suns. all over the city flags cracle and bang. Fog horns scream in the harbor. The wind hurricanes through the window. Torn...

Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun. That you may dance upon the

What is your feeling about the rev…   The revolutionary spirit of our…     In Nine Decades   a Mad Queen shall be born.

O ye who claim to be our loyal fri… Come now and build for us a funera… And lay our emptied bodies on the… Pray for our souls, murmur your sa… And while the gold and scarlet fla…

X., peasant, aged thirty-four and a half; Sun-Worshipper. Father and Mother were hard drinkers. Since his fifth year patient has had epileptic convulsions-i.e. he falls down unconscious...