Fernand Gregh Poems

YOUR loved mouth has the sharp and acid smell
Of fruits unripened, although golden-faced.
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O COURTESANS, Love's witching, wild priestesses,
You charm the universe from end to end!
Heroes are always fettered by your tresses,
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DESIRE rules over men, those half-gods vain,
And is the tyrant of their heart and brain.
He fashions women amorous or chaste,
And when he abdicates, his subjects waste!
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I HAVE grieved too much erewhile for fleeting pain,
And now my griefs I may not recognize.
'Tis well they spake to me in furtive sighs,
And called to me with their light voices fain;
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WHAT have we done, my poor, pale dear, alas!
What was this frantic whirlwind of desire
That took our souls in kisses, sobs, and fire,
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SOMETIMES my hair would brush her rosy cheek,
Our hands clasped timidly with touch that thrilled,
Tears trembled in our eye-lids, we were filled
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THE ruined steps, half-buried in the ground,
Moss, and a rose-tree labyrinth invade,
Whose full-blown blossoms by the wind are swayed,
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I, WITH my simple fate contented well,
Rimbaud, I love thy mad, incurable,
Bohemian soul, Musset among the tramps,
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