Category Archives: Poetry and Art

The Bloom The reason For this infiltration The sight of headband Penny loafers Preppie sweater You really Can’t control what Turns you on or Where you go From there And the bloom Of desire can’t Be harvested too far From … Continue reading →

There is no beautiful vista O Queen That approaches even a portion Of the beauty of the remotest Tip of your lotus toenail . If your charity Will not grant me The gift of the vision Of you tonight . … Continue reading →

And as I grew in years, still didst thou blend With all my ardours: thou wast the deep glen; Thou wast the mountain-top — the sage’s pen — The poet’s harp — the voice of friends — the sun; Thou … Continue reading →

  Who, that thou canst not be for ever here, Or lift me with thee to some starry sphere? Enchantress! tell me by this soft embrace, By the most soft completion of thy face, Those lips, O slippery blisses, twinkling … Continue reading →

O woodland Queen What smoothest air thy smoother forehead woos? Where dost thou listen to the wide halloos Of thy disparted nymphs? Through what dark tree Glimmers thy crescent? Wheresoe’er it be, ‘Tis in the breath of heaven: thou dost … Continue reading →

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready mind to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. — John Keats  

Her pearl round ears, white neck, and orbed brow; The which were blended in, I know not how, With such a paradise of lips and eyes, Blush-tinted cheeks, half smiles and faintest sighs, That, when I think thereon, my spirit … Continue reading →

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our … Continue reading →

Édouard Manet (French, 1832-1883) after Nadar Gaspard Félix Tournachon (French, 1820 – 1910) Charles Baudelaire, Full Face III, 1868   Sed Non Satiata Strange deity, brown as nights, Whose perfume is mixed with musk and Havanah, Magical creation, Faust of … Continue reading →