Symbolist

There's a flutter of grey through the trees:
   Ah, the exquisite curves of her dress as she passes
   Fleet with her feet on the path where the grass is!

I see not her face, I but see
   The swift re-appearance, the...

Anemone and columbine
Where gloom has lain
Opened in gardens
Between love and disdain

Made somber by the sun
Our shadows meet
Until the sun
Is squandered by night

Gods of living water
Let down their hair
And now you must follow
A craving for shadows

Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away
          And lovers
    Must I be reminded
Joy came always after pain


         The night is a clock chiming
         The days go by not I


We're face to face and hand in hand
         While under the bridges
    Of embrace expire
Eternal...