Poems by Pierre Louys
Love
... If I touch her, I grow mad, my arms stiffen and my knees ...
The Agonizing Memory
... )--I remember the way she lifted up her hair with her pale ...
The Breasts of Mnasidice
... 'I love them so much! They are dears, they are ...
The Complaisant Friend
... I am Lycas!' I answered, touching her: 'Can I not see that you ...
The Meeting
... I will follow you even to your own house, though ...
Penumbra
... Nothing in the world, not even the lamp, saw us that night ...
