Taedium VitaeTo stab my youth with desperate knives， to wearThis paltry age's gaudy livery，To let each base hand filch my treasury，To mesh my soul...
From Spring Days To Winter （For Music）In the glad springtime when leaves were green，O merrily the throstle sings！I sought， amid the tangled sheen，Love...
TristitiaeO well for him who lives at easeWith garnered gold in wide domain，Nor heeds the splashing of the rain，The crashing down of forest trees.O we...
The True KnowledgeThou knowest all； I seek in vainWhat lands to till or sow with seed -The land is black with briar and weed，Nor cares for falling tea...
Under The BalconyO beautiful star with the crimson mouth！O moon with the brows of gold！Rise up， rise up， from the odorous south！And light for my love ...
The Harlot's HouseWe caught the tread of dancing feet，We loitered down the moonlit street，And stopped beneath the harlot's house.Inside， above...
With A Copy Of 'A House Of Pomegranates'Go， little book，To him who， on a lute with horns of pearl，Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl：An...
Roses And Rue（To L. L.）Could we dig up this long-buried treasure，Were it worth the pleasure，We never could learn love's song，We are parted too lon...
DesespoirThe seasons send their ruin as they go，For in the spring the narciss shows its headNor withers till the rose has flamed to red，And in the aut...
The Sphinx（To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration）In a dim corner of my room for longer thanmy fancy thinksA beautiful and silent Sphinx has...