Le Serpent qui danse Que j'aime voir, chère indolente, De ton corps si beau, Comme une étoffe vacillante, Miroiter la peau! Sur ta chevelure... Read more →
Gray Room Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your pale white gown; Or lift one of... Read more →
The Rabbit Catcher It was a place of force— The wind gagging my mouth with my own blown hair, Tearing off my voice, and the sea Blinding me... Read more →