Unlocated / Richard Le Gallienne: The Decadent to His Soul
The Decadent was speaking to his soul– Poor useless thing, he said, Why did God burden me with such as thou? The body were enough, The body gives me all. The soul’s a sort of sentimental wife That...
View ArticleVeda Wildfire (via Roll It)/ Richard Le Gallienne: Moon-Marketing
Let’s go to market in the moon, And buy some dreams together, Slip on your little silver shoon, And don your cap and feather; No need of petticoat or stocking– No one up there will think it shocking....
View ArticleStanislas Istratov (via Roll It)/ Richard Le Gallienne: What of the Darkness?
What of the darkness? Is it very fair? Are there great calms and find ye silence there? Like soft-shut lilies all your faces glow With some strange peace our faces never know, With some great faith...
View ArticleMarsha Sadari/ Richard Le Gallienne: For the Birthday of Edgar Allan Poe
Poet of doom, dementia, and death, Of beauty singing in a charnel house, Like the lost soul of a poor moon-mad maid, With too much loving of some lord of hell; Doomed and disastrous spirit, to what...
View ArticleNot Located/ Richard Le Gallienne: The Dead Arose
The dead arose. Long had they dreamed, Deep in the grass of the still grave, Of meeting their beloved once more. They knocked at each familiar door. They waited eagerly to see The old loved faces at...
View ArticleSequoia Emmanuelle: Sabrina Rucker ( via Roll It)/ Richard Le Gallienne:...
The peril of fair faces all his days No man shall ‘scape: be it for joy or woe, Each is the thrall of some predestined face Divinely doomed to work his overthrow, Transiently fair, as flowers in...
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