No More Learning

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Sonnet: 'Victorieusement fui le suicide. . . '
Sonnet: 'Ses purs ongles tres haut. . . '
Sonnet: 'Pour votre chere morte, son ami. . . '
To The Sole Concern
All Summarised The Soul. . .
What Silk. . .
To Introduce Myself. . .
Crushed by. . . .
My Books. . .
Sigh
Homage
. . . Mysticis umbraculis
Fan
O so dear
Sonnet
Autumn Plaint
Sea Breeze
Index of First Lines
A Toast

Nothing, this foam, virgin verse

Depicting the chalice alone:

Far off a band of Sirens drown

Many of them head first.

We sail, O my various

Friends, I already at the stern,

You at the lavish prow that churns

The lightning's and the winters' flood:

A sweet intoxication urges me

Despite pitching, tossing, fearlessly

To offer this toast while standing

Solitude, reef, and starry veil

To whatever's worthy of knowing

The white anxiety of our sail.

Futile Petition

Princess!