Poems by Arthur Symons
Art Poetique
... luck of the lureAfloat on the winds that at morning hintOf the odors of thyme and the savor of mint ...
Every man has his sorrows
... For one man's pain is of no other known:They hide their sorrows as he hides his own ...
Femme Et Chatte
... n the boudoir, while a shoutOf laughter in the air rang out,Four sparks of phosphor shone like flame ...
From Joachim du Bellay: Of a Winnower of Wheat to the Winds
... and shakeThe shadow-shaken grass)I bring these violets,Lilies and flowerets,I bring these roses too ...
Morbidezza
... White girl, your flesh is liliesUnder a frozen moon,So still isThe rapture of your swoonOf whiteness, snow or lilies.Virginal in revealment,Your bosom's wavering slope,Concealment,In fainting heliotrope,Of whitest white's revealment,Is like a bed of lilies,A jealous-guarded row,Whose will isSimply chaste dreams: but oh,The alluring scent of lilies! ...
Sea-Wind
... That an awakening wind bends over wrecking seas,Lost, not a sail, a sail, a flowering isle, ere long ...
Variations upon Love
... t better fate has life in store for us,The dream of life from which we have to wake,Happier, why not ...
